Bearclaw Valley the warning he caught from your eyes

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"the bear lives inside of us," merrick explained patiently, passing through the blue-bedecked field and continuing his tour. he brought snowskip to tumbleview next, dilapidated chunks of stone and ancient, worn boulders, all blanketed in thick moss and surrounded by oaken trees with their pine-needle neighbors.
"you will meet them," merrick assured. "we actually call them bearberries. what a coincidence," the bearwolf remarked, teeth glinting a moment in the dappled light of the canopy here. "what are you really good at? if you had to choose?"