Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

last for me <3

"that's all we can do. we'll make a fine fighter of him," the bruin-witch remarked to skoll, pleased. a gentle sway of his tail. "welcome, ashlar." such a name, and a shifting youth to wield it. the young skeptic would know the might of the bear one day, and it would come about through the consistent struggles fought by ursus.
a nod to his guard, a knowing grin to the boy; merrick brushed his pelt against that of skoll and was gone. if the man remained to show ashlar about, so be it, but merrick himself had rather taken to a 'figure it for yourself' role.