Emberwood if he's a king, he's a priest and god too

there it was, something for a moment resistant in ashlar. ah. so the glay did not wish to be molded to the potter's wheel.
well. there was little room for gentle hearts in ursus. merrick sought the cooperation of one's nature with that of their packland. eventually a fight would find them again, and in that instance, he must know that ashlar would not flee.
the path wore on. merrick looked over as avicus caused noise to echo through the short area, and then a flash of pelt; her own crimson curled malevolently close.
he too lunged for the animal, jaws closing on flesh and fur, but it would require the clamp of the soft boy's teeth as well to subdue the creature.