Bearclaw Valley do not demons love one another

a low, gentle voice; it sparked something great and visceral in the boy. he rolled to face the large dark shape of the bear in the distance, a soft whine disembarking from his throat. "no," merrick breathed, tears filling the single eye. how had the spirit known to come to him, to find him?
straightening, he padded some feet toward the much larger bruin, a saddened tailwave greeting his companion. "this place is all mine. stay as long as you want."