Wapun Meadow traitor

"ursus is small and has many enemies." they had never been a towering sort of pack, and merrick had reexamined himself. there was no shame in the telling of these facts, for he had no shame in ursus, and all the commitment in their glorified righteousness.
"my mate. our children, one of whom stands beside me this year as leader. our warrior," a smirk to vesta. "a healer. a boy who is still finding his way." that was ursus. 
his eyes fell to the stranger now, who had not moved away but come toward them.
"we live alongside the bears and we serve the bears, for giving us our lives and our valley. we shed blood when strife comes to us. our name is in living memory." he grinned, beckoning the young man closer; testing him.