Bearclaw Valley at your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

And that claw of the valley opened.

Was it her? She was the bear and she loosened her grip to give him a reprieve. How was it reprieve if he wanted something to straighten him out? Maybe it was seeking something familiar. Something rigid could be so comfortable.

Okay.

He nodded. Still lost but, she would...guide him. She would mold him.

I can do it. Anything. Whatever you say — it'll be done.