Bearclaw Valley Bring Out Your Wild Side

The wide-eyed boy didn't mind being called Small One. He was exactly that, after all; and despite his own lack of self-confidence he did at least try to follow Ulysses's faith in him. After all, Big One had the kind of presence that encouraged faith.

Tucking aside the dormouse in the reeds for later (or for whichever Ursus wolf might chance across it), Ico dashed nimbly at the other's side, their differences in height far too substantial for Ico to fall into step with him. As per his promise, the Briarsoul was really very useless at this point, not gazing around sharply but instead looking up at the wolf to absorb his story.

You are a knight in shining armour, he enthused. It often takes far more strength to be there for someone vulnerable than to follow an aggressive instinct. Why, Merrick himself once did something similar. He sat with a wounded bear. It ended up passing away, but... our bear lives on, thanks to you.