Bearclaw Valley ocean of gold

merrick?
athalia came and went from the den as she pleased, her visits becoming less frequent the older (more annoying) the girls got. they had teeth and claws and shrieking voices; all of these things would be rather off-putting to any teenager, but especially one like her. she liked to think she'd appreciate them more once they had a concept of personal space.
during one of her morning stop-overs, something ancelin said intrigued her — a name. merrick. a grandfather. a bruin-witch.
a grandfather she would never know was her own as well; a grandfather she was the spitting image of.
some unknown thread in her dna told her to stay, to listen. she curls up close to the entrance, head canted to one side. was merrick bearclaw?