Bearclaw Valley lilacs

he waved it off with a roll of his shoulder. nothing about indra mattered any longer, save for the way her face swam voiceless and quiet before his face as he stared into the darkness at night, unable to sleep, unable to unsnarl the knots from his muscles. he was driven by a dizzying electricity now, and it snapped in his hard eye as he nodded.
"you can be whoever you want, toad," merrick whispered softly. "you just have to decide what that is." it was important that all of ursus chose their roles, and well. it would feed the structure he had begun to design within his restless mind.
"i always need spies."