Bearclaw Valley This is where I reside

fangs flashed, tongue slithered; merrick felt the tips of her teeth nick his flesh, and fell back with a delighted laugh.
good, burned the single eye — she would be plentifully made in the land of bears.
he dashed toward her neck, striking whip-quick toward the side of her throat;
merrick meant that they might both leave with scars today, for gentle he was not, and sensed the same in pale vesta.