Hoshor Plains grinning

merrick laughed. "not so desperate. but we are all rogues there." his face became a little more somber. "each winter the bears choose our valley in which to sleep. when they wake, they are hungry. we live beside them, and we bring food to them. sacrifices."
he eyed her, straightening.
"i'll take you there now," and then he ran off into the snow, baiting her to follow with a sharp, teasing bark.