Bearclaw Valley her perfume and her rum

"bruin-jaw."
merrick stood struck through with the electricity of realization, single pupil dilated to nothingness; he had come at once for his son, his heir — yes, he knew this. 
avicus, merrick's heart twisted over her, for he had never ceased to envision she and her brother at the second helm of ursus.
but it was for the love of their true cunning and merit and lineage that he set his burning focus upon @Aventus now.
"the spirit has spoken to me. seek."
jaws dry, the bearwitch went on.
"the bears have left this place. the rabbits and foolish little foxes; even the birds. they die in the heat. we have not — continued to water this ground."
tonguetip flicked, lizardlike.
"the bear first came to me far from here. i stood in his blood, i —"
overcome! 
"ursus began when i was made the choice of bears. ursus is our name. we must renew it. we must go there. all of us. do you see? we — i — have not given your brother and sister their proper baptism. as you were. as was —"
gaze tightening. "it is not a journey we can lightly take."
travel in dark, beneath the cooler night. veil themselves by day, lest they be delayed upon 
"— our pilgrimage."