Bearclaw Valley I just slip away and I am gone

late to the party, but arriving exactly in ursus fashion: the feral nature of beasts, joined together in the slaughter of their common enemies. it was always like this. he was alerted by the noise of chaos while strolling, and heard it before he saw it all, but was promptly making his way there. an unknown bastard warring with astara- and there at the scene, her child and skoll. it didn't matter if he was ursus or not; there was no threatening the leaders here, and soon the frogboy was leaping towards the dark man as well. coming from the back, lunging for the other hock alongside astara, eager to snap bone and tear skin.