Bearclaw Valley I roam these halls, search the night, in hopes that I might see

merrick was obstinate, but not so that he was unmindful of aventus' needs. he waited a long handful of minutes, however, teasing out the limit of the boy's mental energy. and then the man chose mercy; he straightened, cleared his throat. it had been harsh, this time, and he had not yet considered analyzing all he had felt.  it was not his way, and the bearwitch would never capitulate.
"i'll be back." terminator. ha ha. "rest." merrick had no timeline for this sort of thing; he was impatient. only evien kept such numbers. he felt suddenly that he must leave, but lingered a spate of seconds longer, watchful.