Bearclaw Valley And all the good you've done / Will soon get swept away.

he was searching through the newer land for the wolfcubs, bearcubs. here he found the raven's trail, and there he decided to follow where it dropped off, searching after its pleasantries for the woman at the end of it. 
a howl inspired his ear, and merrick drew toward the rustrock path that led into the valley.
he was delighted to find that the blackbird's track narrowed to match his own. a familiar reek now, one that merrick recalled from his time along the sea. a flash of obsidian; he knew it to be her, and so merrick lunged forward, following her flank and teeth to snap toward the side of the redboy's neck, delighted to be hunting again with his beloved, ecstatic to meet another wolf come from the past.