Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

"uhh, a bit farther, actually," merrick purled. he pawed away from the beast, wanting to seek the air outside the cave. once emerged into the frigid temperatures, the boy shook out the tousled rust of his ruff. "mmm, better." surreptitiously he pulled his focus away to settle around the firm but pleasant weight of the bear spirit prowling its new residence in his chest.