Bearclaw Valley goldclaw

merrick watched. the quail mewled pitifully against the ground. so the boy had not yet become the new evien. very well. there was only one, and it was not tuur's skull kept upon the altar. "it is a good start." the fear that clung to the boy assured merrick he would not lie, and so he did not press himself inside to inspect.
he nudged the bird roughly toward the boy. "a meal." another weakened piping, but it was the way of things. and in ursus, such killings could bring pleasure. had tuur killed for himself yet? merrick waited.