Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

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merrick ranged out, a low tuneless humming beneath his breath. the edges of ursus were pulling together nicely, and he had much reason to rejoice. he would allow himself delight tempered with wariness, and this hour his thoughts were upon easthollow and how he might foist his own reputation toward them.
tongue explored the ridges of his teeth as he watched a slender gunmetal seraph approach. too distant to know who this way, the cyclops boy quickly closed the distance between himself and the slim-legged creature, feminine to a fault despite the faint hints of masculine build.
"looking for something?" the madman murmured, smile flashing like a drop of absinthe in a glass.