Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

"from lots of individuals, i suppose," merrick sighed, thinking affectionately of his raven queen. with a sudden excitement he wondered how aventus' expression might shift if he spoke of new sons, new daughters. new additions to a family that tendriled out through ursus.
tormenting him,
but not now — now merrick motioned toward the set of hipbones. "that is from a wolf." held carefully by the rook, treasured, set here first before the land had been officially claimed, before their children had been born. theirs. how long it had taken the boy king to say theirs.
the single eye glanced at aventus.