Lion Head Mesa nor do poets

merrick was impassive.
"you do not fight for me, ingram. you fight for the bear. the spirit of ursus is a god of blood, and demands it in recompense. look what i have given him."
stalwart gaze demanded that ingram look at the missing fur and toothmarks and gaping socket where his eye had once been. "it is the price of being in service to the bears, but wolves in ursus pay this and are grateful to do so. we give our blood. and we give that of others to the jaws of the spirit."
he lifted his chin, then turned, jerking his head to indicate that the boy should follow. "what do you know of the saints?" he inquired in a low rasp.