Bearclaw Valley deep in earth

hungry for what? his eye seemed to ask, remembering the little trill of the red-girl's voice when she spoke blood into existence? heartened, charmed, and eager to show avicus the way toward the crunch of bones again, merrick crept closer to the hiding-hole.
he beckoned her closer, slowly, slowly, and silently as she was able. faced by two sets of jaws, the animal might well freeze. and merrick wished no paltry gopher for his kill; he craved the torn throats of wolves whose names remained burned to his mind.
nothing said, only a slow stare shifting to the girl and then back as merrick waited for her quarry to reappear.