Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

Uly’s ears swivel on his head at the howl he distinctly picks out as Merrick’s. The raven furred wolf summons them. Uly’s anticipation makes his heart pound as he gallops toward his companion. Running through the winding trees and through crystal clear streams of fresh water he finally reaches his destination. Porcelain eyes land on Merrick and he doesn’t hesitate to silently and obediently approach him. 

A single nod and a deep, rolling, “Merrick.” Comes from his lips in greeting as he walks to meet the other and stand by his side.