Bearclaw Valley it's whatever you say it is

Ico cowers, Merrick laughs, Taylor taps the ground. For a few moments, Taylor considers the ramifications of picking Ico up by the shoulders and giving him a good shake. Of biting down hard enough to crunch through bones.
Sunflower friend. That might be the funniest thing anyone has said so far. His face hurts from the effort of smiling. Snarling or smiling, at the end of the day, what you're really doing is showing your teeth. 
Full of restless energy, Taylor looks back and forth between Ico and Merrick, who seem like twins in a horror movie, one dark and one light. Standing in front of your house. Waiting to blow your door down.