Lion Head Mesa nor do poets

"if she was littered in scars with baleflame for eyes, then you have met nyra. and you have met the commander of our enemy. she maimed one of theirs," he pointed to akashingo. "and they killed the queen of ursus. my wife."
and now for a time merrick said nothing else, consumed by pain and by rage, both of which he would rather not feel.
the bear lurked in his throat.
ursus waited in the shadow of the mesa. "take whatever they offer."
but before he and ingram arrived, merrick turned a festered yellow stare upon him. "learn to be swift."
with no further preamble he lunged for the leggy wolfcub, not seeking to harm but only to frighten, to teach.
the welcome of ursus.