Silvertip Mountain funkier than funkadelic wearing pampers

val had his own opinion of bears, but he kept his doubts quiet. arielle's conviction was so earnest val found it endearing -- and he desperately wanted to experience that feeling for himself.

that the same species responsible for violently uprooting his family would then guide a sick wolf to health came as something untenable to val; he did not question arielle's belief, only why it was so unobtainable for him.

"the voice of the bear." val said to himself quietly. would he know it, the day it came to him? would it ever? "maybe someday it will be peaceful and humbling for me too." his brow knitted together as a question came to him. "are you merrick's daughter?"