Bearclaw Valley Tomorrow

I know a little, Ico replied, humble but also accurate. And I — thank you, that's a good idea. Something I could work towards, he responded with a small nod, a little timid at the grown-up suggestion, but intrigued by it nonetheless. If anyone was equipped to give a full and thorough history of Ursus, it was Merrick... but Ico was learning from Merrick.

Rituals... no, not at the moment, he replied, gazing into the distance over Galena's handsome shoulders as he trawled his recent memory. There was an altar, but it had a certain secrecy about it; Ico would not speculate. As for enemies, even naive Ico could estimate that Merrick and Astara probably had a great many foes between them, such was their nature.

I can name you one wolf to be alert for. He called himself Santiago Gabriel Arcos; a huge creature, black as the witching hour, with laughter on his lips. He strolled readily into the heart of Bearclaw Valley when the pack was in still in early formation. His trespass ignited quite the bloodshed.