Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

"hello, brats," merrick greeted when he had come up, butted astara gently with his scarred crown against her shoulder. aventus as always was worshipful, avicus watchful. the bearwolf looked at each of them in turn, lips curving for the sight of his dark boy and red girl. "what do you think?" he demanded playfully, backing some steps to turn in a tight circle with a dramatic flourish toward the rest of the meadow.
and then his muzzle was lowered between them, prodding them with a controlled roughness away from the rook and into the sprawl of grasses. "go and see," he urged, though it would be a command to their young ears.