Bearclaw Valley doors no mortal could independently seek to lift

my timelines aren't real so we can set this whenever :D

merrick trotted alongside @Nails. they had passed over the boundary line — he was the witch, no one need question his entry — and the boy had set a swift gait for them toward the altar. he had paused along the giant stone which guarded the entryway to ursus, eye flicking to see what the new skeptic made of the ageless sentinel.
"silverstone," he grunted, and then swept their path toward the wide field of blue-purple flowers. "rivenstone," he laughed, enjoying the sound of the two names together. the expanse yawned warmly around them, secured despite its open-air status. 
"this river needs a name," he grunted, pausing at the bank finally to wade down and lap at the ice-fed surface of the wide ribbon that had suddenly spread across their path. fierce, untameable. royal. sides heaved as the young leader caught his breath, one-sided gaze piercing toward nails, though he commented nothing upon the land he had shown thus far.