The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

there was nothing to fucking eat, and even less to torment. the old lust was rising in merrick again; he had not been truly satisfied by ending the savage man, and wanted something more to replace that terrifying time.
redemption.
ash had begun to fall from the skies, and no wolf among the nightwalkers went unscathed. he woke to it, slept amid the flakes, breathed the grey, choked air.
and now he roved out, hunger having truly become a force in his life, one he could no longer ignore. meat must to be had, and at this point, merrick was not discerning.
a spindly creature skulked toward the lake; merrick followed its progression with his single interested eye, gathering what details were to be had before he stalked in the same direction.
curiosity cut through hunger, for now.