Bearclaw Valley i recounted the memories

merrick was thrumming with excitement, a snapped rubber band vibrating with his own capacity for words. "because i want to know if we can eat something to develop a resistance," he explained vividly, pacing in a tight half-circle to blow off a little of the collecting steam.
"we have battles to fight. i want our blood to be sickening. i want to use you for an attack," merrick rushed. evien was not a physical warrior, but poisons; poisons, that was something the bearwolf did not understand. and yet he knew it would only benefit ursus to take pride in that skill, to elevate evien not for musculature but for intellect.