Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

merrick did not know how ulysses had missed astara's jealous form, but she had been withdrawn as of late. she had only eyes for him. perhaps ulysses too only kept the sight of their bloodied young leader. the thought that two such beautiful creatures fancied him only swelled merrick's ego, making him bold as he met the silvermoon eyes and pressed on.
a hunt, then; the long fat birds would be hard-pressed to escape the jaws of two hunters, and merrick stole into a crouch as he approached the foliage. spurring them from the thick leaves into ulysses' larger jaws was what he planned to do; already he and his companion had taken up a silent communication, and the boy felt this would hold until their quarry had been downed.