Silvertip Mountain and it’s sad to know that we are not alone

merrick flashed a horrible death's-head grin. the furrowing of scars around his last eye seemed to deepen. the other was angered.
it felt that more eyes began to gather behind him, in the bleakweald. whether it was his wolves or the bear spirit, one could not know.
"we are ursus. you know our name."
the bearwolf began to walk across the expanse toward the captive, his intent malevolent.