Fox's Glade Secluded Sanctuary

the intrigue that mingled with skoll's voice satisfied merrick, and he bore the curious look of the other with an aloof air that bespoke pride in his ragged appearance.
each wound had cemented him within his niche.
the hunger was rising, was slavering again;
lips twitched with a maddened smile; the boy ducked his head to hide it and re-emerged with more control, moving deeper into the valley with a gesture that indicated the man was welcome to walk beside.
"more of us, more hands, lighter work," he purled, mind logging each shift in tone and step. "always room for those who are up to the challenge."