Bearclaw Valley a[m]plius lava me ab iniquitate mea

The bear's will is your will, she replied coldly, feeling her anger begin to morph into rage. The bear has no use for any part of this traitor, and so neither should you. She is meant to rot here and that is all. 

Arielle took a step forward. I don't care why she betrayed us, the bruin-heart said, her lip lifting as she felt her control slipping. She moved forward and snapped her teeth at the beardog. Leave. She would not give Bernadette another chance.