Spotted Eagle Mountain i hear the birds singing in their cage

ulysses had an odd way of waving his tail that merrick only saw during dominance displays among wolfkind, but it was not off-putting. he watched as the tall proud back of the dark beast disappeared from view, choosing that time to lie back exhaustedly against the earth and slumber.
when his companion returned, it was with a true kill, and merrick's eyes widened somewhat at the wealth of meat. he had expected a bird, a rabbit, not a body that would feed the two of them for several days. the moon-eyes were watching him; the boy had the distinct impression that the man was filing away each expression that crossed his features. this he did not like, for it was too similar to what merrick himself did to those around him.
settling his countenance into a warm look, he sat up and thumped his own plume against the loamy earth. "well done. i am humbled." he would not eat until ulysses had settled himself and began to partake; this was only courteous, to let the hunter have first choice of what he had taken without merrick's help.