Rising Sun Valley Be my guest

That’s right! Merry said. But hadn’t he said that? Maybe he’d only shared his full name with Bjorn in his thoughts again. He’d need to work on that.

He puffed his chest a little, despite the sheepish splay of his ears. Heh, well thank you! Mum’s a medic, so we’ve all got planty names. Yours suits you, too! though he still didn’t know what it meant. Certainly not a plant!

Yellowstone. Merry tried to remember if he’d heard the name whispered by the winds or carried on the wings of birds. He’d seen many places before — but a land where wolves hunted with bears! Merry’s eyes widened and he gasped through a smile. You hunted with bears! no wonder he was so good! Like a giddy child he shuffled a few inches closer, were you friends with them too? Names, families, stories — y’know, sharing all those kinds of things together? Well — not marrying them, obviously, he scoffed to himself, but hanging out with them, shooting the breeze, that kind of stuff, y’know?