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merrick grinned. "i'm not surprised to know you haven't met someone good enough for you, ash. but i mean that you're used to sorting wolves like chaff in the wind." his laugh was soft and dry as the bones dissolving to dust around them. 
glamfather. "i hadn't even thought of what they're going to call me." ash's eyes glowed in this light as if they were the jeweled teeth of a skull. she was already assuring him about the bear;
but she did not understand how fickle the great claws of the spirit might be. not yet. ursus would teach her in the harsh way that the bear tested each who set foot within this valley.
it felt wrong to have entered another year without her. it made the space between them suddenly double with a lurch that sickened merrick. he was tense, staring at the slash of light above them and testing the air as if the blackbird might suddenly appear;
but she did not;
she would not.
"what if you're the last of your line?" the man speared her with a searching look. "do you believe in duty to lineage or will you recreate yourself?"