Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

that surya did not shy from him, nor quail, moved the pretty young man up some ways. notched higher, merrick investigated the tone of his angry voice, gleaning what he might from underwrit emotion. 
an unwitting cuckoo-bird chick, made to suffer for the sins of his mother. for in this the bearwolf saw only blame for the woman who had borne surya into such a lie.
but who was he to dissuade such wrath? if tadec came this day to the valley, merrick would tear the throat from his hapless form.
the sting of salt hung in the air, limning the verdant gaze.
"i killed my mother for her wrongs against me."
shifting slithering glittering grin;
"but before her, i slew others. i was made more whole each time by their blood."