Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

Evien had decided to show up today, briefly. It wasn't common for Merrick to call them like this, and he felt it might be important. However, as he approached, dread swelled in his stomach, unsettling and heavy. The scent of blood hung in the air, and he slowed in his pace. It might have been wise to speed up, but... he had a bad feeling about this. 

Upon arrival, it was clear that his instincts were correct. Merrick, striking and tugging at something within Evien's chest, stood atop the stranger - bleeding and battered and begging. 

Evien's eyes burned, and he stopped a ways off. He should say something, should stop this senseless killing... but that didn't work before, so why would it now? His ears pressed against his skull and his head lowered in something akin to defeat. The only reason he was here for now was if Merrick wanted to say something, but shame and discomfort were clear in his expression.