Bearclaw Valley Problems do have solutions, you know

rapt, attentive. focused. merrick had believed so fiercely in this Bear that glaukos had not felt the need to follow suit.
the young valleyman mulled on this, flopping out upon the ground beside the stonewolf. he surveyed the forest around them, and beyond, the reaching grasp of bearclaw's tall gates.
"what else did merrick teach you?" the eager grandson asked, wanting to put aside talk of this deity he did not understand for the blood-lessons he could actually parse.
the indigo eyes were fastened to glaukos, a pupil for the things ancelin had always wanted to know.