Bearclaw Valley We started livin’ in an old house

bishop, — what might have been. what might still be. "come back to me," the snakewolf purled, the single eye searching the flat hard planes of the tormented face. the stricken nature of the ice-wound eyes was a fault that belonged to him, but he would learn to bear this. ursus' king saw no reason to lie or to dissuade. bishop knew the truth of what was happening to him.
"the bear spirits who live in this place. seek them. ask for their guidance. they —" breathless "— they will ask something of you in return. blood."
the remaining eye glittered.
"if you are able to provide them that, then i believe you will be cured. and then you come back."
ursus was a home to the devout. if bishop could not be freed of this malady, let him use it in the service of the holy bruin.