Bearclaw Valley goldclaw

if he had meant to be satisfactory, tuur had done well. merrick smirked, a snort of breath accompanying a laugh. "well done." perhaps there was hope for this son of revui all the same. "i mean to take you and ashlar out one day," the bearking commented, referring to the softest within ursus. they might be broken and honed, and he remembered where he might do this thing.
"what do you think of the red girl?" merrick inquired in the next, tone causual and unmatching the hard thrust of his single lantern-eye. anyone could be taught. how would tuur take his lessons?