Bearclaw Valley a ghost can speak dreadful things

toad did not respond to the savage words of his leader, but it was just as well. merrick had nothing else to add, only the breathless cold anger in his gut and his heart, sparkling like an icefire along the oil plains. "i do," he murmured instead, "but it has been a while."
a memory came to him, of chasing birds while laurel followed
laurel
he shook her off and padded some feet away. "there's this place i do recall. do you want to see it? i don't ... remember it too well but it might be worth the trip," he extended glancing toward toad.