Bearclaw Valley if you are the dealer

so much had gone on.
merrick dragged himself dazed and irritable for the owner of the voice, lips skinning back over his teeth as he stood at the entrance to his valley and warned the stranger upon first stare.
a tall towering beast of grit, he reminded the boy of revui. these days, however, merrick could only think of how his nightshade had turned against him. it was a blister within his mind, swelling against its skin cage with the poison of his growing malice, and perhaps today it would burst in a gush of hate.
"can i help you?" he inquired in a deathly tone when he had drawn forward into earshot, plume flung up over slim haunches and single eye burning into the pale jade of the other's face.