Fishblight Mire Reptile

"merrick," came the mad boy's rejoinder. nails looked the part: a toughened man with a glitter in his gaze that the bearwolf found alluring in formidable ways. "a valley of my own. wolves to follow. children." his torn brow arched, smoothed. "not a bad trade for one fuckin' eye." earned in blood, it was merrick's birthright, first handed to him by indra, then claimed by his own might. no matter what the next moment held for him, the sprawling wild place would forever be his.
the mention of a few names brought to mind joaquin, and the role that ashen man had offered. "you a spy?" merrick purled, a sentence that woul have been paranoid if it were not for his focused intrigue upon this brutish nails.