Bearclaw Valley maybe they’re right

evien was swift to assure the bear that aventus would live. mortal wounds merrick had seen, had inflicted. had he not suffered through the puncture and bloodstain of losing his eye? but it was different now; he could not conceive that such injuries might lay the boy empty.
tongue touched his dry lips, thoughtful. thoughtful. "why would she do that? why would they," and his voice trailed away as he thought vividly of donovan standing again at their border.
"i will not be leaving him," and merrick gestured toward the den where aventus recovered. "you're the right one." muddled, hushed; a sigh expanded the bear's shoulders. "do you trust donovan to do the right thing?" the single eye riveted. speak your mind, evien.