Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

no post order, just once per round. and next round can be like the 30th or whenever everyone posts

merrick let the eyes rest appreciatively upon ulysses, watching them form their own thoughts about the scroll he had never opened. or the one after. what a price for entry. he smirked, and then stepped forward, his own gaze caressing each of them with a gracious love he fancied spead from the powerful thrum of the bear in his chest.
"and now i want you to meet the individual that made me want to keep living," merrick breathed, and his single eye beheld only astara, only she, not sensing her anger and even if he had, his adoration was eternal for he thought himself a god and she his goddess.
"and," 
— he had no patience for it
— his stomach tightened
— fuck
"we're going to be parents."