Bearclaw Valley interim

the sentiment warmed merrick more than he thought it would. "someone like me," he mused, pulling away when evien had finished. a fighter. a murderer. someone who craved blood more than he needed the stability of a pack. well-aware any of his split decisions could lead to the end of ursus, the boy made them all the same.
surely to the chagrin of the patient young doctor who had never hid his exasperation.
"is there anything you do regret?" he asked upon a breathless edge, unsure if he wanted the answer.