Bearclaw Valley corpseweave [m]

Behind Ålesund came another on paws that hardly whispered even on snow. Aventus, too, was drawn by the smell of blood, but before he was able to attend his ailing father, along came the bold trespasser into the maw of the bears.

A low rumble began in the Bruin-jaw's throat as he crowded up behind Ålesund, raking silver gaze over matched silver fur on his shoulders. Merrick seemed positively unfazed by the intruder in their midst, but his father was hardly well these days. It fell to Aventus to be the dagger pressed up against the stranger's throat, an imminent threat.

No words. Only that building growl, which rose into a crescendo.