Bearclaw Valley goldclaw

the bird set aside. merrick glanced at it then back toward tuur, settling himself roughly to groom along one haunch. "do you remember your mother? your father?" perhaps a calloused question, but perhaps if he could impress upon the boy the heavy power of his parentage, something might be unlocked inside him.
watching for a moment with a muted flush of warmth, the bear-king rose, clearing his throat in a vaguer command for tuur to accompany him along a trip to the border.