Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

third and last dispersal round; ill archive when everyone has answered. tysm for attending <3

nightshade. raven. shadow. rook. corvid. his. hers. his. hers.
merrick's pleasure grew and grew, all but choking him. it was for her in entirety, had aught to do with the bearlings in her belly.
they in turn belonged to the whim of ursus.
the eyes of the assembly glowed; ico's soft congratulations bid a grin from merrick. "ursus is blessed," he said softly, firmly, gaze resting on the spasmodic tugging of the flesh beneath his warbird's eye.
finally to all of them it swept, and merrick dipped his head. "all of you make us great. do not forget that." proud though he was, consumed though he was, the coywolf did not forget loyalty.
"go now."
a nudge to ulysses, and then merrick was sweeping through the flower-glade to his lover's side.