Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

fading <3

for a long while merrick watched over the trio as they slept: his raven nestled against him, avicus shimmering cardinal-red beneath the sun, aventus splayed over a stone as if he were a cormorant looking across the sea.
all was well and good within ursus. his children would be gods of the bear as he was. his love was queen among bruin-wolves, a title earned in effort and loyalty and a sea of crimson.
within his chest, the voice stirred as it had not in some time;
blood, it whispered in the sibilant grasping voice from beyond where merrick could see.
a grin to his lips, and then at last the bearwitch too slept.