Bearclaw Valley We started livin’ in an old house

"you've come back."
the voice of merrick was pleased. he prowled out of the snow to examine the great quivering mass of pained fur and flesh at his borders. "bishop." ironic that he had once thought that aventus could learn from the man. now look what his son had become. 
he was unmoved by the way that the man cried, but he knew bishop, and so pressed dangerously close to the heavy jaws, seeking the hybrid's face with his one knowing eye.
"what happened to you?"