Haunted Wood Finding beauty in the dissonance

merrick curled his lip and took a series of bold steps forward, contemptuous of the man and his continued challenges. "your borders?" he grunted. "we were passing through." his lone copperburn eye turned toward astara then, as if assuring himself that she had not flown. more and more he needed such affirmations, for all had abandoned him. and there was naught to say that she would not follow the same route.
"what do you have to offer us?" merrick inquired, bringing the inquisitive coldness of his stare back to the great wolf. the borders could not long have been claimed; the yearling knew the worth of himself and astara, for despite their youth, they had shared the bloody bond of murder together.