Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

"anything you could ever want is there," merrick whispered, dazzled still by the glowing gem of his birthplace. "as a child, you never truly appreciate things, i don't think. but i believe you will adore bearclaw."
it was self-sufficient enough, though merrick had sought to pad his claim by strong markings in the meadow nearby. easthollow was far too close — he would deal with them later — but it did not have the reach of the valley. 
he paused beside the stone, leant against it a moment before continuing on. "i will call everyone together soon." a leer. "it's mostly men here, but they all appear to be into one another."