Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

"clearly, it's a family get-together," merrick scoffed toward orson, orson and her outburst. 
she choked out her last she never fought  dirt dirt dirt she breathes dirt now
merrick turned his one eye to burn upon each one of them in turn, aventus in particular. the boy seemed gripped by something unfathomable, dark, incomprehensible. the bearwolf's teeth glinted in the rainswept night. "for anyone who needs backstory, i caught this one stealing from us." he jerked his muzzle toward the features of the wolf upon the ground, features twisted in a rictus of pain and terror.
"it does not matter who he is. who he was. who he might have been. he stole meat from your throats, and so he's here with ursus now." merrick's violent cyclops-stare fell to 
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avicus
and he stared at the pair of them.
and his sides undulated with breath.
"the gods have been kind enough to grant ursus a visitor," and merrick turned his dripping muzzle toward jaylen. "you must always respect the bears," he growled to the listening ears. "they are why we have been blessed." rambling now. he cast a glance toward their bleeding captive.
"come here," washed his voice, single lantern-eye coming to rest upon the cubs of his blackbird, lapping up against their tiny paws as merrick beckoned the fledglings forth.