Bearclaw Valley the bear & maiden fair

The bear of a wolf would not speak. In fact as Merrick did arrive, all that she would do was move for him; her proud head drifted downward and she nosed what she had carried toward him. But she would let Revui speak for them both; she did not possess the words for what had, and what would, unfold. Only that it was natural, and that she wished for it with him. Shifting her weight, she observed the man.

She assessed him as any warrior would, and saw that there was something menacing to him. But that was also nothing she could name. In life, there was no good and evil. For Ikkalrok, things were far more black and white. So she attributed it to his own ability as a warrior; he led Revui, so already she thought him capable.