Bearclaw Valley what mysteries we are

the feathers of her dark cloak seemed to lift with the silken words that came next. merrick pondered her lack of faith. it was not misplaced or uncommon; it was good to have a healthy fear of the great ursines. but this was their world. wolves only inhabited it through grace. "a sacrifice," the boy murmured finally, calmly. one among them to have blood shed for the powerful spirit, and presently he turned his eye upon the dusky creature.