Bearclaw Valley goodness is eternally difficult

we can have another! <3

the pierce of his eyes flickered, then softened with something like ice beginning to melt beneath a particularly vibrant ray. "hmph," merrick coughed pleasantly, ragged ears flickering forward. the maggot's offense was forgotten, despite the light acid of urine hanging in the air.
his one-eyed gaze scathed over the boy; merrick observed him in silence, slowly approaching once more with a new furtiveness to his movements. the fascination gave way to an unnameable, thudding feeling, but he did not know its name. hanging closer, he blinked, butted the child quite gently with the tip of his nose.
in the next he had withdrawn, unsure of himself, consumed by something altogether uncomfortable and prying. a blink, and he had turned away, disappearing from the denmouth and its inhabitants.