Bearclaw Valley i've seen their worlds inside my head

the dip of his raven's tongue brought a deep fascination to merrick. he remained as enamoured by her as he had been, though their meet had been fractured somewhat by the arrival of these two ... he hadn't a word for them. grubs no longer, clambering, daring, eating, staring.
he met the blood-child's questing eyes, watched her stalk toward him. her brother sought favour with their murderous sire by remaining still. enchanted despite himself at the boldness of the girl, merrick stooped to meet her with a single brush of his nose.
it was all for the sake of his blackbird; he looked to her now.
i know they are you.
betrayal in her motherhood, but merrick forgave her everything, and sought her ankle with a low whine and a lap of his tongue.