Bearclaw Valley eyeshine

feel free to archive or fade, im gonna start a new one for them!

merrick watched ash move toward him. the gesture was not complete but it was noticeable. he laughed, closing the space between them to rub his shoulder against her own, bestowing the fragrance of the valley.
"i think so too. but they can't call me grandpa. i'm not old enough to hear it yet. they'll have to call me glampa or something." æsilfír got it, right? she was fairly young herself beneath the rolling accent and the chipper way she had suddenly and swiftly fit with ease into ursus.
it was easy to overlook that. merrick did not recall a recent time in which he had been so amused. it was a dangerous, aching sensation which brought his blackbird to mind at once.
a muscle suddenly jumped in his jaw. the bearwolf continued his lope through the valley until words began to filter back into his mind again. "in order to understand ursus, you will need to know who our bruin-tooth was."