Wapun Meadow If I was out of my body you would see the truth

nyra.
merrick saw too, how she spoke one thing and incensed his lover in silent ways. his raven came forward then, the savage glide of her obsidian figure a silent promise for respect, even if it came at nyra's end.
merrick did not look toward departing aventus, nor did he glance toward the tiger, though his thoughts ran similar to that of donovan.
the great nyra did as was wordlessly bid; he approved of her snowy abdomen upturned in feral submission to the instinctual hierarchy that ran through each wolf. careful not to let his gaze linger beyond a cold glance for her disrespect, his attentions shifted, belonging in whole to his corvid once more.
so let it be written. so let it be done.