Blacktail Deer Plateau Ullaaq

"a shaman."
the bearwolf looked slowly between the ursine princess and the man who stood almost protectively nearby. tension crackled around the trio. merrick thrived upon such things.
"she hears the bear, and all his voices. she has since she was very young," he told the stranger in an almost musical voice. "shaman indeed. more than that."
"maybe a god."
sacrilege; he did not believe it could be so. "do you mean to follow our shaman?" merrick asked, though his approving gaze was for asperas now.