Bearclaw Valley hauntings only repeat what occurred once upon a time

ty for joining! sorry he is an ass

merrick would have entered alone, had not the trudge of his sister touched his ears. tail swaying, he nudged her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent. an expression of apology entered merrick's eyes. he had not meant to leave her behind; he had only wanted to get out of the suffocating clutch of the hollow.
they were not alone for long, however; a tall male materialized from the lightening air, cloaked in sable tones and wearing a pair of burning eyes. he spoke to them, and merrick felt his innate mistrust sharpen.
"we're fine. we were born here." go away, was the undertone here; the boy glanced to his sister, deferring to her age in this situation. perhaps she would know what to do.