Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

The ice in his expression thawed slightly as she explained. The thought of facing a battalion of these rotund beasts gives Revui a momentary pause and he glances towards the retreating pig, watching its wiry tail whip at flies before vanishing among the scrub.

He did not want to cause issues with the newly formed band, though. As much fun as it had been to hunt with Merrick, Revui did not know how capable the others were when it came to combat and bloodshed, and he had to wonder if they were all as new to the valley as himself — but maybe he was the last to be recruited. Maybe these wolves knew their valley more intimately. He should heed her advice; but maybe he was only doing so because of her vague resemblance to the many-headed shadow which used to control him.

With a shrug of his broad shoulders he turned from the boar's roving path, his expression chilling again as indifference swept across it. Have you given them chase before? The girl asked of him. He felt the trailing of her eyes, as if she were holding a candle to his skin. No. It sounds like a challenge.

If nothing else, it would have been a good distraction.