Wapun Meadow I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

slow or not, merrick enjoyed the cold directness possessed by the stranger. he supposed this man reminded him of skoll in several ways.
"most of it is next door," merrick chirruped in response. my my my — to warm that permafrost stare. "if you're not doing anything, i could use some help staking out this herd. there's calves in there."
he arched a brow and stood waiting, placid but alert. the newcomer hadn't been occupied; merrick was unconcerned over acceptance of his offer.