Stone Circle [m] there was crack on the corner, and someone dead

merrick obliged his raven with an answering snarl.
for a long while the cacophony of their tangle echoed through the dead lands of easthollow.
when they parted the first, merrick laughed breathlessly, sprawled across the stone. she would want him again, he suspected; already his blood roused anew, and he kissed her nape, brushing his cheek against her own with a tenderness only achievable now that he had been quelled to a degree.
"such a place you have chosen," merrick grit in admiration.