Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

exhaustion made a clay more malleable. he shrugged airily in response to her look, grinning as avicus caught a bite and aventus reinforced the markings of their packland. their personalities were starkly apparent in this moment, but by and by merrick returned his attentions to the corvid.
he was jealous, had been jealous; he flicked back his bitten ears and sought some modicum of her affections. they belonged to him, that pair; he had accepted it now, forgiven the woman her distance and her censure. but they would never take the shadow from him: merrick knew that to his marrow.