Silvertip Mountain Outside the night wind keens and wails

bear and wolf, stacking stone and tree upon them. merrick thought how that must seem! the picture of it thrilled the bearwitch. 
they grew, this pair, until it seemed that they became even the land and rocks and forests of their world. 
but there was no winner.
"the moon owl must have already chosen," he muttered to himself, though pitching it for the taggerung to hear. and now merrick waited, fully enraptured.