Bearclaw Valley pack and forth

to be part of ursus was to be esteemed in merrick's eyes. it meant to the bearwolf that you were a figure who came before all others; to have been in the untamed forest was as good a calling card, a glowing recommendation for another home, as merrick could give.
how many had they sent their way with new scars and new fear? it was the birthright of such a feral place, and had the simple stamp of i am not someone to be fucked with emblazoned in fierce, bloody colors.
ico thanked him, and the cyclops felt his body tighten with surprise, and then pride. "always. ursus is what it is because to be here is enough. but you must want it."
he drew a breath, then smiled. "thank you for telling me." it was the sweet savoring of trust, and merrick felt it honey within him.