Bearclaw Valley You're on your own

oof ow i suck D: we can wrap and have an updated one soon?

"what is a pack of warriors without a bard?" merrick purred. ashlar presented a vulnerability in his mention of father. the word rankled the bearwitch, put him immediately in mind of the disappearing tadec. the few memories merrick still bore of the man had grown hazy, and good riddance for it.
"think of yourself as clay. something must mold you. that is how you become something," the coywolf went on, looking out toward the smudge of mountain-shadow against the horizon, the bowls of stone that formed the paw of the bear and encased them all around. "you will be given a purpose."