Bearclaw Valley stay away, away, away

oh, so she had a voice. it was unused, smoky as the timbre of a fallen oak. merrick cast his eye over her wonderingly. did she also have a name? or should she be given one? "scout," and a gentle nod, tilting his scarred head toward her near conspiratorially.
"see who is closest to us." a task for the raindark woman. in the interim, he would tell aventus of her coming.
"merrick," of himself. "ursus," of the high stretching woodland and its bearpaw valley, how it all seemed hewn from the mettle of the gods itself, from the ageless stone beneath, the forests that had gone on and on until they seemed almost primordial.