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little arielle, slipping out into the open after him. merrick thrilled with the trust she had placed in her bearwitch, and stood with approving eye upon the bear that paused and looked curiously toward the trio of wolves. "we let him eat anything he wants. the healer before you knew our way and was chosen fro ursus' greatest glory," he told her glibly —
oh evien why did the bear mean you where have you gone why do you no longer speak back to me
and then a ribald little laugh, "so they won't be searching for medics this time!"
merrick meant to terrify and cheer and encourage arielle, to show her that they must exist alongside their betters in a world that he meant for them all.
"mostly, only, respect," and this time he glanced at ashlar. perhaps avicus had not been the proper catalyst for his design. another approach, then, and this time with two wide-eyed skeptics.
"this valley is yours," he told the bear gently, raising his voice no further. "all we have is yours." the animal blinked, round ears cupping forward as broad nose ascertained that there was no threat from these wolves, and a low spinning vibrating chuff came from the heavy jet throat.