Bearclaw Valley viridis

"pity." sharktooth grin as the greyrock man turned away, and then merrick tasted the air and traveled up to the setting-stone. there he laid himself catlike to watch the charcoal shadow retreat across the meadow. 
dust and blood upon his tongue; where had ico gone? merrick wondered idly if the little snowdrop had been killed. such a piece of fluff was not made for life out-of-doors.
not curious enough about the weirdly formal man who had come to his doorstep, merrick yawned and lay chin upon forepaws, soon finding a momentary slumber stretched out upon the sunwarmed surface.