her growl pimpling his flesh to goosebreath,
the rushing water of indigo washing over merrick as his blackbird looked to him, then turned to herd her prizes away. why she did not too take their lives he did not know, nor would he have interfered. what was more, the blood of revui flowed in these two, an immediate reason to accept them within the fold.
he would not be father; he would be always merrick to this pair, and bound this by plucking @Glaucos from the sea pooling at the throat of the forever-quiet woman. there he paused, looking to the ghostly figure of the white priestess with a delighted grin around his tiny burden.
delighted by the warm taste of metal, merrick turned toward his rook. coywolf mind began to spin a lazy projection of the future his bruin-tooth had given the sons of revui. to her he was attentive, worshipful; he set the boy he carried down alongside the other one, bordering the edge of their path as he smirked toward his children and padded proudly with the queen of ursus.