Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

well, now;
merrick sparkled with a bleak and blackstone pleasure, his remaining eye sliding to an ember that smouldered. "i am a fine teacher. look at my eldest," of aventus, proud, violent aventus, who favoured his mother in stealth and merrick in wrath;
"i will mold you, surya," merrick said, swiftly, suddenly, standing to his paws, waiting for the other to follow suit.
"first — first you must learn to fight. to know pain. only when you have felt it will you know how best to use it."
a light titter from merrick, and then he was striking sidelong, meaning to swiftly initiate the warm blood of the young man into ursus' true coldness.