Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

Merrick’s nudge forces the corners of his mouth to tilt upwards in a fleeting smile. takes his eyes off the leader of Ursus to watch his followers flood the surrounding area.
A tall wolf with deer like legs, his pelt a canary yellow and eyes akin to the ocean  saunters over to them. Uly’s eyes watch him for only seconds before he sees another figure materialize a few feet away. 
A other sizable animal that strikes Uly as more dog than wolf, much like himself. Then, a smaller wolf of chocolate brown greets them timidly, eyes averted he settles his gaze elsewhere in the distance. 
After him, a male with an agouti pelt rushes up, the others eyes seem to take over his pack mates forms before settling on their leader. 
Then, greatly anticipated, a sly black form sinks up to their group. Her form remind him of a shadow. White eyes watch her, connecting all that Merrick has told him. This is his shadow, he concludes. 
Lastly a meek, fox-like creature sidles up last. The ivory of his fur appearing soft and unmarked. One who has not yet been in the grasp of vicious teeth, or at least Uly hopes. 

Ulysses watches each one come, porcelain hues dancing onto each of them. They’re all strangers to him, but hopefully soon he can become acquainted with the strangers that gaze upon him expectantly.

Uly assumes that’s just about everyone when Merrick speaks once more. Greeting his pack and speaking of the time when Uly saved the man’s life–a decision the wolf-dog would not soon regret. As he hears his name spoken from the raven muzzle he gazes to everyone, he gives a curt nod of acknowledgement to them all. A polite smile graces his features as well.