Bearclaw Valley verbena

evien. he drew others to him as no one else. no one, save merrick. the sustainability of that arrangement was coldly analyzed by the boy's ever-burning brain. his mask was tight about his face, but perhaps the good doctor pulled it off, drew out of merrick the things he did not wish to say.
more control, then, and he would focus upon gaining it.
deal with the rest at another time.
"evien is definitely the one for that. and i can help you with the stories," merrick grinned, pleased for the change. "ursus already has so many, and we are still growing."