Bearclaw Valley lionizing

feel free to powerplay glancing blows/cuts/bruising/etc from impact

they clashed, and merrick saw the death of ursus in it.
the bear the bear the bear th —
and all they had built, and all that they had lost.
ursus, adrift, and now his children without fellowship, without the tightwoven blood-bond he had always meant for them to have.
whited drops upon the ground
a ragged breath and then the bearking was bellowing into the midst of them, teeth bared and corded body bunched to throw them bodily aside if he must; merrick bore whatever blows he had arrived into, but command them to stop he did with a hotly fanged snarl, flecks of saliva foaming the base of his teeth —
"ursus dies if you do this," he warned them both. merrick had not stopped them before they had come to these blows, but this faded beneath his hypocritical ire, and his surprise that they had indeed struck one another.
glowering, tensed, half-mad-delighted by the fantastic idea that they would suddenly align to strike down the bearking who had tripped them into this morass.