Bearclaw Valley eyeshine

very cool that his son had something to say now. merrick's thoughts were dry but not uncharitable; he was highly humoured by this little display in front of a perfect stranger. it said something about them: that they were irreverent. that they did not care.
their bruin-jaw laid out his firm words. he offered few details and æsilfír would just have to deal with that. the sensual tension between the two young wolves did not abate. arielle kept her calm, even offering her genuine, deep skills to their newest skeptic.
merrick did not miss the look she gave aventus, and would watch with pleasure and amusement as the bruin-heart led his son away. another approving wave of his plume. he looked back toward æsilfír. "i can continue your education, if you'd like?" he offered, stepping to her side.
they would go opposite the ursine pair, moving toward the meeting-place. he wasn't ready yet to show her their artifacts, as much for the fact that the third of them was very new as it was anything else.