Bearclaw Valley goldclaw

"because you were fed on the same milk that reared our princess," merrick said lightly, though his single eye leaped now with flame. not rage nor sorrow; only cunning awareness of the earlier plots he had meant for tuur. and now, perhaps, it would come to pass. "you see how her brother rules alongside his mother and myself." the coywolf gazed into the distance, thinking, unexplicably, of evien.
"i mean the same for her. and in turn, she will choose those loyal to herself. you must be among them, tuur."
the cyclops-gaze fell back upon the boy. "the bears chose you to serve. but you will not always be a servant. you must be ready to be more."