Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

Russet eyes wished to glance this way and that, drinking in everything and all, conjuring stories from faces and mythologies from expressions. But in finding too much to look at, one can forget to see. So Ico contended himself with having his attention drawn to Merrick, who had after all called the meeting. Along with the rest of the pack, Ico's gaze landed on the curious, courteous form of Ulysses — another titan among titans, and the only one deemed worthy of introduction. This wolf-dog was a chapter heading all his own.

"Someone who saved me once", explained the one-eyed King. And Ico knew him enough now to realise that Merrick did not simply mean that Ulysses had prevented him from eating a poisonous berry or stumbling from a clifftop. This was a far less shallow rescue, Ico knew. And he hoped he would soon have the chance to confirm.