Bearclaw Valley Completely Zoned Out

i love that he tries <3

merrick had not expected skoll to shift closer. the single eye with its seeking beam reached out, played upon the impassive features of the handsome creature. for a moment, the bear-prince wondered why he had never sought out a kinder soul in the way he chose to slake his lust.
but he knew, even as the though trailed to nothingness — love was poor mortar for the stones of lust. and merrick had none to give to any but his blackbird, even if skoll wished — foolish, foolish.
he turned his head away, thought of ulysses. "it will."
it must be. ursus' choice was war. it had always been so, and he would not allow his wolves to shirk now. nor would they stand down. he knew the way he and the raven rallied them. and skoll here now, with his firm pledge and the warm brush of his pelt against merrick's. honey.