Bearclaw Valley Bring Out Your Wild Side

A vast storm cloud descended from the hills, and I would've cowered but then I heard that the thunderous rumbles were not menacing; but instead an amiable voice. For this was Ulysses, and he came in peace.

So petite was Ico compared to the grand Rainheart, he did not feel much instinct to further submit — but certainly he felt humbled and impressed, falling short of intimidated simply because Ulysses spoke with such warmth. The silken Briarsoul was alert and clear-headed that day, but immediately embarrassed by the small three-legged dormouse dead at his paws. For this had been the only creature he'd managed to successfully hunt today. Maybe Ulysses wouldn't notice.

Hullo...! I'm Ico, he responded in turn, a little timid. Congratulations on your post, sir. I would love to hear the story of how you came to meet Merrick and save his life... if you're free to share? Ico didn't beat around the bush, for this was a tale he'd been desperate to hear for days now.