Bearclaw Valley silkrobe doorsill

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"look look look," he clucked to them both.
merrick had spread a fish in pieces on the wind-held side of a slope, where the message would be carried to hungry bruins. he crouched back in the foliage, motioning with an excited jerk of his scarred muzzle as heavy footfalls announced their honored guest.
a young black bear, ear notched and wary as large paws began to scrape fishpaste into his squat muzzle. "we will give him homage," merrick decided, and without waiting, broke from cover to give an obeisant chuff the bear's way. "thank you for coming."