Bearclaw Valley however dangerous this may be

When his former masters needed him, they would whistle. A sharp, keening sound, borne swiftly on the air. This was different yet similar, something deeper and more primal. He recognized the voice as Merrick's and snapped to attention mid-piss. Urine sluiced through the fine hair on his legs as he ran, heeding his master's call.

Two had already arrived to join the valley's leader—a massive blue-ish creature with eyes of ice, and a wolf with a similarly cool gaze. For his part, Fraser tucked himself low, his own liquid dark eyes wide and faithful. He fixed them on Merrick and Merrick only, uninterested in the others for now.

He was silent, reverent. Trembling slightly, his ears slicked back against his skull.

Skip me unless he's IC addressed, in which case please tag!