Bearclaw Valley a ghost can speak dreadful things

he led toad toward the center of the territory, where a massive tree sat curled among its expanse of entangled, exposed roots. cavework could be seen beneath, surely having been home to many individuals through the years. ageless, ancient — merrick surveyed it with a caressing glance from his single eye.
"needs a name."
he glanced to toad, the corner of his mouth quirking in a suggestive smile.