Silvertip Mountain sun in the bloodied hand

merrick believed this. ashlar had never fit into their ursine ranks. but now that they had come to this culmination, now that they had found out the truth of the matter — merrick saw better how the boy might be turned to the glory of ursus.
"what do you want to do here?" a question he should have asked before, but was asking now. that was enough. and merrick waited, with something as close to warmth as he was able to achieve.