Bearclaw Valley your gaze will haunt me

backdated a couple of days!

Ursus was gone.

The emptiness of the valley should have brought relief, but Merrit only felt a sense of dread settle between his shoulders as he emerged from the passageway that had once led into his enemy's claim.

Merrit did not think Merrick would simply disappear. He did not think he would simply die, without leaving an heir to take over his wicked realm. But Merrit no patch of unearthed ground. No signs of struggle, no signs of war, nor of malice, nor destruction. No signs, really, to give any reason why Ursus would leave. The territory lay in peace. Quiet, perhaps for the first time in years.

But where had they gone?