Bearclaw Valley do not demons love one another

"no." merrick shook his head emphatically. "this place, i built it ... not for myself, but for you." single eye glimmered earnestly. "for you, for those like you. this is ursus. it is a land for bears. my wolves and i keep it for you."
poor impassioned merrick; he bit the inside of his jaw to keep from babbling further, tracing the salted cut in his cheek as he gazed toward his god.