Bearclaw Valley Why is the raven like a writing desk?

can probably fade this and have it count toward relocation! <3

arielle;
merrick turned and looked at her for a long moment, the remaining eye attempting to crawl behind her own gaze to the softer parts beyond. she had a capacity for gentleness but the bear had shaped her, remade her. she was fit for ursus. fit for his son. the bear spirit provided many things, and in arielle it had given them an apt and skilled bruin-heart.
"i'm glad you're here," merrick said in answer to her voice.
he leant forward to nudge her shoulder, a rough gesture. the bearwolf was not affectionate. not since her.
the girl's trail was leading northeast, pawprints leading from the borders across the meadow, into the glade, and toward the forbidding stone walls of the bypass beyond.
merrick licked his jaws. "let's go back and find our bruin-jaw. you can update him." 
he grinned, turning back toward ursus.