Stone Circle the away mission

The man sees his approach and shuffles in retreat, and Merrit finds himself with a choice to make. There is the natural bent to accept the deference and slow his advance. This is how he has been raised. The stranger clearly knows his mistake and shows himself submissive. But there is a darker flame that awakens in the shadow's soul, a deep and churning anger that is as foreign to him as the man on the hill. And he wants to welcome it, to rage and fight until his energy spills, until the pain is gone, until he doesn't feel this anymore - and he is afraid.

Merrit's face remains impassive, save for the disconcerted turn of an ear, and he draws to a stop with the poise he has often watched his mother carry. He doesn't know what to make of the tumult that swirls like the leaves about them, so he ignores it. There are other matters to consider - tangible ones right before his nose that are far more pressing than anything else. Why are you here. His voice betrays his youth, but he keeps himself tall. The wind whips and tangles his fur, and he steps against the gale, not once taking his attention from the foreign man. He is filled with a mix of tension and curiosity, and his stride is tight. A fight of its own.