Lion Head Mesa Disinterested eyes

let's go to war
she was ready to leave now. merrick cocked his head slowly to one side. "should we bring your things?"
slate's immediate willingness to follow him had cooled some of the hunger he still held for her; he would find another substitute until the true conflict might begin.
his implication of help was clear. arielle had taught him some of these herbs. she might learn much more from this vagabond. "ursus serves the bears. it is understood that it is by their mercy that we are allowed to live." he watched her quietly, waiting for the tell-tale flicker of reluctance or mockery.
it was not something tolerable to merrick.