Bearclaw Valley rolling in and caught again

had merrick been older, he might have laid better plans for the dealings of those who followed him in the new season. he had little inkling of what was to come; it would be a great and angering distraction for the boy.
on he ranged, astara trailing at a distance, until he came to a frozen stream. there merrick hesitated, scenting around the bank with a frown.
crossing would be possible, but he did not wish to run the gamut of danger — subconsciously the young madman paused, awaiting the arrival of his shadow.