Bearclaw Valley Come out, come out...

"well you're in luck then, because apparently we're going to have brats around the place," merrick quirked with a distinct lack of fatherly warm and a malicious smile. all they had to be was born, separated from his raven. 
that was all he had to wait for.
merrick admired the smooth curves of her face. she was no sparrowchick but she was no matron either. some otherwordly witch of the glen that had floated out to meet the king of bears. he stood a bit taller.
"done. i'm merrick. tell me what you want most in the world."