Bearclaw Valley weep little lion man

of course! <3 last for me

evien wanted to be careful. "whatever you gotta," the young coywolf agreed softly, wishing their potential medic would stop being so formal. merrick had little patience for niceness and none for caution.
he glanced to fields. "i'll leave the two of you," the bearwolf offered, gaze lingering. the boy would understand the escort, and merrick wished to affect a sense of friendly nature. 
merrick bowed, smiled sharply, turned and set off at a gentle clip for the innermost parts of the valley.