Wapun Meadow I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

merrick was pleased to pull to the larger man's side. "a man of few words," he commented, though there was nothing but approval within his tone. he took the next moment to drag in the gunmetal crags and heavy step; this stranger was a shard of rock where merrick was a harmful spike.
he was assured, somehow, and curiously he thrust his worn ears toward the other. "they still bring their babies here," the bearwolf grunted, pausing atop a hillock to stare hungrily at the milling herd. "it's like they want one to be snatched."
a snicker, and he was off at a lengthening lope.