Wapun Meadow the needy eat man-mades, they wear phony clothes

they tangled. he could agree with that, for often the lines between this world and the next got muddied for him, too. he would not have trusted the ghost if she had claimed to see it. merrick did not even see the bear, only felt the pressure of the energy within his heart, his gut. but it had led him from a dead bear to a place of their living, and he was connected to the valley through his own blood.
he let out his breath.
they knew one another, and had for some time. merrick did not know what told him that, though perhaps it was the distant icecapped coldness he interpreted in both of them. "do you have a name?" his raven did not, but the boy had many of his own, most of them only the nameless wild sweep in his breast when she was near.
"come with us."