Bearclaw Valley buffet froid

merrick watched between each of them as the bartering was made. he could see how annoyed this stryx was with them both, and he had not missed the brief sheen in arielle's eye before she became smoothed once more.
the healer at their border would not commit to the bears, but she had not outright refused as the last joiner. "are you willing to learn our instruction if you are given a place to practice your craft and a pack for the winter?"
if arielle looked to him now, he would give her a small cold and knowing look, deferring completely to her as final decider upon which skilled leaf-menders could come inside their borders.