Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

merrick fell into the void of earp's eyes, considering slowly what had been said to him. it was sensible, he felt, that a man should keep his bloodties to the land pure.
but his gorge rose at the truth of what the shadow spoke. merrick did not think even he could stoop to such corruption, but the snake-eye glinted all the same in his mind, once, filing reluctantly the concept.
"here you're blessed by bears." flick of his shabby ears, pointed but in no way concealing the toothed grin that cut his face from side to side. 
"no incest required."