Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

he enjoyed donovan's title; the sound of it carried a dark romance that fit the man's eye-catching aesthetic. merrick was one for details, for beauty; he had always been so. an attractive companion would always bear more weight in his estimation.
"i am the leader of ursus. we live in the valley, there," he gestured, turning a prettied smile to donovan. "merrick." know my name.
the other did not seem to carry the scent of affiliation, but his ferocity perhaps ensured that he needed no strength of others. and so the boy did not attempt to turn their conversation toward recruitment, preferring to let each moment play as it were.