Bearclaw Valley dancing with the devil

"merrick," he said promptly, lopsided gaze interested. he inclined his head, inviting evien to walk along the border with him. the wolves of ursus were close at hand, and he was not worried over the potential of sudden attack. evien was too cautious for that, gleaned simply from what merrick already knew of him.
"where did you come from, before this?" the bedlamite asked, putting his nose to the earth. the scent of foxes were still here, but less present than before. good. that meant his attack with skoll had been effective.