Bearclaw Valley if you are the dealer

a quivering upthrust of his ears. for a long moment he scanned the gunmetal beast. the stranger's eyes were a breath of cold winter's morning in a pine forest. there was little doubt behind them, only a confidence that merrick fancied, and he was warmed by its existence.
"how will i know if you're telling the truth?" he purred, moving forward again but with a looser air, a gait that invited this rogue on a patrol of the nearby meadow. it needed to be guarded anyway; an ursus wolf if not more were often in the grassland, and merrick saw fit to show this man what he stood to gain.