Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

merrick cocked his cunning head at the boy. such a shrinking violet, to apply for entry at ursus. but then he thought of snowskip; she seemed to fare well among the more bloodthirsty of her comrades.
"ashlar." he tasted the name, found it pleasing and ancient. "what can you do?" a glinting smirk to skoll; he would let the bear loyalist lead this particular interview once the bonny young fellow had answered. perhaps this ashlar would surprise them both.