Wapun Meadow boorish

merrick was disillusioned. the bear had not spoken for a night. consumed as he was by astara, the boy had not noticed for some time. until that afternoon he woke from a light napping, mind reaching for the spirit, only to be greeted by a cold emptiness.
he swallowed, rose, and set off out of the valley immediately, drawn vaguely by the high-pitched braying of bull elk, but moreover, growing desperate as with each step, the voice did not return.