Fox's Glade entomb

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avicus was gone. the fat stone son of revui was gone. merrick had only searched for one of them; his familial sense of duty did not extend to the children he had once thought to keep as slaves for his own brood. brown knotted terribly in anger, he whirled at the tread of the other, scarred lips rearing back and back and —
he knew this face. the scent was his own. redcream hackles slowly died from their post upon his shoulders. merrick licked the corner of his mouth with a dried tongue. "you've been around a while," he said gently, pondering the young strength of the bear-man.