Bearclaw Valley weep little lion man

evien kastner. "my, my," merrick purred. a fancy little truffle, wasn't he, this soft-eyed boy who managed to be so calm. distraction came again in the form of fields, and the coywolf brightened, glowing beneath the presence of the other. 
had something happened? merrick was content to allow them their little moment, smiling coolly between the pair. fields belonged to ursus, he believed, to the bear spirit. whoever this was remained of no account. but for fields' sake he would be warm, ingratiating, even.