Bearclaw Valley lilacs

wrap soon?

Merrick seemed satisfied enough with his answer, which soothed the nerves for now. When real disaster came, though, maybe he'd be in deep shit. Oh well- cross that bridge when you come to it. 

The boy-king offers to teach him to spar, and he nods eagerly like a child, hungry for the knowledge, the experience. I'd love that, He agrees quietly, though unsure if it was even really a choice. And there was that part of him which was curious how fantastic of a warrior Merrick was. He was not huge, or muscular- but somehow the boy felt that he must be strong. He had to be; look at the power he held here, a leader of his own pack, barely even two years old. That didn't come to just anyone. And then- Skoll Almir, the dark, the aloof. Don't mind at all. I'll keep on the lookout for him. 

Is there anything else I ought to know?