Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

blood between misty sheets of soft rain. merrick’s howl, cold as stone against the summer skies.

astara followed aventus reluctantly, pausing every now and then to cast her gaze back to Avicus; who surely would come along.

she wondered what dark design Merrick had in store; her gaze swept from the bear, to the beast, to the dribbling wolf held to the ground. she noted the other wolves around them gathering and looked silently upon merrick, eyes flat with no hint of Aventus’ stirring excitement.