Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

moonspear. wasn't that where the dead man had tucked his child? merrick mused a long moment. if he told this naive girl where to go, his appearance might be revealed, along with his whereabouts. for that he would not stand; he let his features gather into a thoughtful expression.
"i think it's that way," merrick murmured, gesturing in the direct opposite of the forbidden mountain. "be careful. this won't be the only bear around."