Bearclaw Valley There is nothing more lonely than an action taken quietly on your own

merrick did not take his stare from the empty sockets of evien's head as aventus began to speak. his son was reverent. brief.
the bruin-witch still did not stir.
the serpent uncoiled behind his eyes with a hiss.
"ursus does not control the bear," the man at last uttered in a monotone. sweat prickled beneath hi fur despite the cold, for a lashing anger was choking him.
"this place was built for the bears, with their blessing," merrick snarled, rounding on his tall, beautiful, cold-forged boy. for a long moment he stood staring at the heir to this all, unless avicus wanted it; heir to the secrets of bearclaw and the spirit that beat forever in his sire's breast.
pink tongue slid across the ridges of his teeth. "what have you done?" icebound. toneless.
testing.
what if it was true?