Noctisardor Bypass Relax - what you see is what you see

And occasionally ghosts reappeared. It took her a moment to recognize him -- Merrick, one of the children that had been dumped upon the pack in ages ago. He had been so eager to become an adult -- for others that had been left alone, she had in her own vague way offered to stand in for what they had lost, but none had taken it. And this one? Had she spoken up would it have helped him? Probably not. There had been no instruction and it wasn't like he'd been an infant -- even if when Laurel returned she still seemed to think of him as one. She was one who would certainly get a more irritated greeting.

It looked like he'd had tough times with things -- chewed on in more than a few ways, an eye being a hole... Bad choices? Perhaps he'd be so kind as to give a clue if that was the case. Arbiter probably looked the same as she had when they last crossed paths. Her nostrils flared -- others had been with him -- and she walked forward, stopped, watched. Arbiter, she corrected him. What brings you here, Merrick? A slight tilt of her head. She was just as stoic as ever -- one who abandoned the pack so long ago wasn't exactly one to greet with open arms.