Haunted Wood Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

vengeance spoke. merrick was impressed with how quickly the nightwalkers had made their peace with this hydra. alliances would solidify them for the winter, he hoped. while the prospect of hunting through the snows with astara alone was attractive, the boy's logical mind was pragmatic. two yearlings without a pack's support would surely struggle, if not outright starve.
and then there was the matter of the rumbling. 
shifting, he nuzzled into the dark fur of his nightshade's cheek, tossing her an encouraging grin before facing front with an attentive nod to their leader. vengeance's assignment gave an excuse to wander, to explore.
to search for indra.