Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

backdated for about ... aug 27th, lettuce say <3

merrick, pleased by those that had come along, set out that afternoon in search of @Earp. he knew little of the man beyond his name, perhaps not even that. but he would come to know it. hunger speared the bearwolf but he did not pause in his travels, fording the edge of the swollen nameless river he had idly begun to call 'bearsong waters.' dramatic, but was not merrick also so?
on he went, pleased.