Bearclaw Valley it's whatever you say it is

buoyed by the tall handsome peanut gallery, merrick shifted somewhat closer to ico. his smile grew wider; his one eye suggested a warm mirth that was not truly present. the bearwolf enjoyed so greatly the sensation of having his every word clung to, heard, swallowed.
"he had to be free, and that's why he had to go and find his mother. and he did. not far from where she abandoned him all that long, long time ago. she just never came back."
merrick sighed contentedly. "so he killed her. he strangled her throat and drank her last mommy's kiss-kiss. and then he went on, and formed this place. the place i was born," the young coywolf all but whispered, smilde fading slowly into a silent and piercing look.