Lost Creek Hollow all my life, i've been afraid of things

merrick's study of the stars was disturbed by a newly familiar voice, and the boy pulled his stare from the heavens to regard the handsome young newcomer that had recently joined. "gannet," he greeted, drawing himself up and descending the stone in a graceful leap.
up closer, he could spot details he had not seen before, such as gannet's dark socks and silver eyes. but merrick tactfully kept from staring; he glanced once into the taller man's face. "do you want to hunt tonight?" the boy offered, remembering how gannet had put the inquiry to him first.