Bearclaw Valley Meet me inside

merrick did not miss her expression, but preened beneath it all the same. none of his wounds had been for aught; the searchlight gaze of the lioness only heightened his pride, even as the cloak of her smile fell over it.
another woman, a dusting of spice against the silver-dark cascade of nightfall that merrick formed with the first. "no," the boy chuffed, eyeing the flat, hard muscles beneath the newcomer's pelt. "but she could be."
"we were just about to take a walk. we don't know each other. join us," the young coywolf invited with a sweeping grin.