Bearclaw Valley Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

Evien felt uncomfortable, recently. Defeated, knocked down. Like something was deeply wrong and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Merrick was invading his thoughts more and more recently, at the forefront of his mind. Images of the man laying beside him at night, of him excited or disappointed or content. Images of him covered in blood, standing on top of a begging stranger. 

He shook his head, limping along the border. It wasn't common for him to patrol, but he needed to clear his head. Unfortunately, he was too preoccupied with his thoughts, and if unhindered, would walk straight into the other wolf that was out on a nightly walk.