Bearclaw Valley Meet me inside

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Orson's candid reaction to the unsavory tale amused Galena, but she still looked down to make sure Merrick still had all of his toes. To think he had given a piece of himself to the bears was a plausible idea, considering he was a man to lose such thing like an eye or an ear. 


As the trio meandered, the odors of her companions wafted to Galena's nose. It's wasn't anything too informative, simply their own personal musk. Yet the vagrant was surprised to recognize Merrick's scent. He was the male so heavily painted upon the black woman. Was this her mate? Had he been the one to cover her this season? Her expression remained cool, digesting this information. Was he a figure of importance here? This made her think of the catatonic blonde man and his chestnut companion. The characters of this place were unconventional. She liked it.

"I wouldn't mind to see it, either," added Galena, who had a keen interest in such things as altars. 

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