Bearclaw Valley [m] It's very easy to take more than nothing

the scene was macabre. merrick watched the death travails with a coldly acceptant face, tongue passing across ragged lips as the coyote convulsed upon the sacred earth;
the blackbird queen returned. she stood beside him and merrick turned to look into the indigo eyes seen only by himself.
a sacrifice for ursus.
the scent of blood filled the air. arielle painted with it, was splashed with it; red soaking the earth and all merrick could think was that she seemed a feral priestess in this moment, that his son had chosen well.
pandora became part of ursus in these moments. merrick straightened at the bruin-heart's glance and strode to bloody his paw in the congealing warmth. the stone, marked with his own stamp.
the cunning white she-wolf now belonged to the bear. 
"ursus welcomes you," merrick purred, lifting paw to lap red from between his toes. 
he turned away, melting, melting.