Stone Circle "Swing for the fences, son." he must have told you once.

merrick puzzled out a bit of gristle from between his teeth in a relaxed manner when it became apparent that the other was not about to attack. the boy he had pushed perhaps too roughly, but the ursine king saw it as a very generous punishment for straying this far. that the child should have been better tended was a thought he ignored; his own came and went and so he expected the others to safely do the same.
circling around, he nudged the kid, shooting another cool glance at their enemy. "it's something you have to encourage." the modulated voice clashing with the look of him, and my my my 
had he ever held a conversation with an easthollow brute this long? he did not think so; it amused him, curled the edges of his belly into something alluring.