Bearclaw Valley i feel sorry for those who don't know the trick

merrick was consumed by boredom.
ursus' stability had been won by a great many fights. it seemed the skirmishes were endless, yet donovan still roamed free, and easthollow prevailed.
a mind, then, to depart ursus and hunt down for the head the ones who had wronged them. he scrambled to his feet and dashed into the forest with its carpet of soft chestnut needles, now rotting beneath the autumn's offering of scattered leaves. merrick need not call for @Astara; the corvid's scent was wrapped near and far in every part of the valley by now.
he inched along the path her silken pads had laid, etching up each mark like a demented stitch-remover, and when he found the raven queen, the boy king crowed his delight and pounced at her.