Bearclaw Valley goldclaw

little escaped the man who ruled ursus. not how tuur's young hackles had climbed, had remained. this was curious to merrick, for he had thought them both cut of the same cloth: innocent of the ways of blood. then again, the boy before him had been plunged into it, and ashlar did not seem to have been granted the same exposure.
mean.
he grinned, laughing softly. avicus was a firm sort, cold as the raven who had borne her. and tuur had no violence to him. "she is stronger than you," the bearking said. "the only way to impress her out of her meanness is to be as strong."
to kill.
now, tuur had a familiarity with this, did he not?