Bearclaw Valley drowning

always, riddles, riddles with his alabastrine sister. merrick knew that he could only call her that, never feel it, never experience what it was to have such — again. nunataq. for all of his hatred and anguish, merrick had never forgotten her name. or that she had left him behind.
swallowing now, throat thickening with an emotion he would rather not feel. he grinned balefully at averna. "when do you want to leave?" whispering; he wanted the raven to course with them also, and perhaps bring along their growing brood. blood for a blooded-family, the core of ursus. interesting that he had come from no sense of it back to a familial regard.
any who stood before him could be torn asunder, and had. more assurance in these times.