Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

Indra lifted her forearm and stated that it was where she chose to be wounded. Arielle smiled and nodded. She could tell the bloodstain was nervous, but ignored it; she would learn soon enough that pain was often a part of life with the bear. Place your chosen leg on the altar so that we can offer your blood to the bear, the bruin-heart directed. Once the girl had done as she was asked, Arielle reached down and grasped Indra's leg between her jaws. The healer pinched the flesh between her teeth and then pulled back quickly. Blood flowed down the girl's leg and onto the stone of the altar while Arielle watched reverently. Indra would have a limp while the wound healed but she would be fine after that. 

When the bruin-heart was satisfied with the amount of blood Indra had offered, she stood. Good job, Indra, she said softly. Now follow me and I will take you to mosskeep; it is where I keep all of my herbs. I can tend to your wound there.