Bearclaw Valley some kind of metal made up from glue

she did not become pliant, her body curving into a warning, but merrick had been challenged, and had won his prize. he backed away from her slowly, jaws parted should she lash out at him again, and eyed her with a fierce and open lust.
she was swathed in a perfume that rushed a din into his brain, drove him forward. she would submit. and she would know him,
all of him.
not only her lover merrick, but her king.