Silvertip Mountain sun in the bloodied hand

The hope! He followed and could not help it - his expression lightened some when Merrick asked him to explain what he would say. It didn't matter what the bear king did. Ashlar, looking at him, would always see the wolf who he had sung with that day. He did not know if he was a friend to Merrick, but he knew that Merrick was his friend. Trust died hard within him.

I would ask why they were here. A-and if they wanted something. If it's worth fighting. He knew enough about Ursus to know that this might be seen as naive, so there was a bit less confidence in that last statement. They fought all of the times over things that seemed not worth it, and seemed to enjoy it. I'd tell them why we don't need to. There had to be other ways.