Bearclaw Valley the warning he caught from your eyes

merrick flashed a grin — good — and then flashed forward to begin their conflict. teeth, controlled, sailed not toward face or chest, but low, a snap aimed at her ankle. it was not precendented, and so he hoped to catch the little skeptic off-guard.
in the next moment merrick had twisted into a tight spin, reveling in this defiant show of the way he had cultivated physics to his own musculature. a lesson, a lesson; let this be a beautiful warning, an example of what one must become for ursus.