Bearclaw Valley viridis

i have never done this before

the coolwater call of his dainty bearberry drew merrick out from his open-jawed slumber beneath a stand of tall ferns. muzzy, he jogged in that direction, yawning along the way and shaking his head to clear his eyes.
first his scarlet child, leggy and brilliant against the foliage still bright with summergreen. second, a greystone man merrick had never seen before. he stepped to avicus' side. "what can i do for you?" conivivial. joyous, even, completely unmatched against the brazen pierce of his hard eye.