Bearclaw Valley pack and forth

his fur had grown tangled and dismal; merrick's already lithe frame had lost flesh, and all in the weeks following the birth of the berries. today his hunt had been interrupted by fatigue, and now he turned inward to peruse the long-winded beauty of ursus' being.
unbeknownst to him, at least two members of the bearish pack were considering all that had happened. in a fog he came upon delicate little ico, and relief sliced across his face with a haunted grin. "hey," he mumbled, suddenly self-conscious. the other was glowingly cherubic as ever, a pure little priest in a den of iniquity. merrick dared not ask what held the boy's mind.