Bearclaw Valley Meet me inside

"we do what we want here," merrick crooned, rolling his shoulders. he was king. astara queen. those were the rules he meant to be followed, and he could think of few others at present. "welcome to ursus," the young wolf purled. two joiners. two warriors. two more to be given unto the bears in spirit if not in flesh.
and merrick, happy to pave the way to sacrifice with his own blood.
he grinned at them and slipped beyond the stone into the valley that spread into a gemlike expanse of old growth and coniferous magick.