Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

The song that came to him was eerie. Toad was glad to have returned to Ursus, gladder now to join Merrick for whatever terrible gathering he had planned. He was quick to make his arrival, coming from his den near the rendezvous and journeying to the place where the blue flowers grew purple and red. Beautiful to him.

And there stood Merrick proudly over the begging, heavy-breathing, half-dead idiot that had dared to wrong Ursus in some way or another. Too many times those coming close to Ursus or within their borders had gotten away. Toad imagined this as Clay, and Valour, and Clarence all in one. And though he wished to dive in, he restrained himself, though giddy smile touched his face and he licked his chops with hunger for this fool's life.