Bearclaw Valley My mind won’t let me rest

the crunching of soft bones in a doggish mouth filled merrick's hearing. but there was nothing domestic nor waifish nor canine about the flash of the teeth there, nor the power latent even in the exhausted bulk of bishop. the wolf remarked nothing. he was dangerous as revui had been, as donovan was, without the guarantee of wolf law to bind them.
and in that, he was a greater threat.
ursus was the place, then, for him.
"come on," merrick directed when bishop had finished. "i'll take you somewhere to sleep." did these sorts know how to den? he was unsure, but this man could be taught. nothing foolish in the sharp pierce of the boulder-brute's eyes. a brief glance and he was off, moving them both into the ancient forest of towering pines.