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the silent woman was dead, felled by his indigo-traced raven. in her wake, a pair of large, chubby sons. revui had gifted the trio to merrick; the bear-prince decided, amused, that two out of three wasn't a bad haul at all. the rain this evening was a mist that blew through the pine-boughs and wet the boles of saplings.
ursus had grown as well, he noted, satisifed by those who had come to their ranks. for now, however, merrick drew up the trail of his blackbird and followed it to wherever she had stashed the stolen boys.
he knew not the names of @Glaucos or @Astyanax; the coywolf was only compelled to think of them as belonging to him, and made fevered plans for their future as he searched.