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It was fascinating for her to see the crevasse for the first time. To see the earth open up as though it had been torn in two, leaving a jagged wound that wouldn't heal. She followed him down the slope, and found soon the tricky footing became littered with small, dry bones. The remnants of meals- or sacrifices, she thought. 

It was here, shaded from the sunlight, that he'd been born, and his son as well. He was speaking, though, of his mate; the widower clearly felt his loss still. It hung in the cheerless smile he tried to give her. While he was the one who had born here, it seemed as though he felt she had been the driving force behind maintaining their claim. 

"Well. So far as I can see, you do her legacy an honour. Et'll continue on, wi' Aventus an' Arielle." Whether he saw fit to choose another mate and further his own bloodline himself was his choice; she suspected his grief was still too fresh, and chose not to speak of his deceased partner. "Yer the power behind Ursus now. You, yer faith, an' yer fam'ly."