Mudminnow River the goddess will provide

his refusal to acknowledge his own juvenility coaxed a curving of the lips from bernadette. 

"you might hunt. you might fight. you might wander. but an adult that doesn't make you." she spoke as she passed by his flank.

"when you have grown into your coat. when you've experience enough that it spills out your ears." the bearwoman walked back to her initial position. "when you know what to do with a wanting woman." her tail flicked. "then you shall be an adult." she seated herself on the moist grasses. "trust a mother of eight sons."

bernadette stretched herself, sliding down until she laid on the ground. there ahe she set her head between her paws and looked up at the boyman. in her intoxicated vision, his fur appeared to ripple.

"this goddess, why do you worship her?"