Gyrfalcon's Keep do small things in a great way

When asked about the bachelor pack, Merlin had to pause and think hard about it. As with all old memories this one had faded to a single fact that he had been in one and then had come a day, when he no longer had. But the word "bachelor" entailed in itself the very essence of what that pack had been. A bunch of dudes. And judging from his lack of understanding on, how female physiology works (that the had found out only recently under the patient tutelage of Erzulie), there probably hadn't been any girls there either. Though... there had been a girl once. Then? No... maybe he had imagined her.

"Yeah, a bunch of dudes. Kind of rough and... raw," he shrugged, summing up his whole experience there in as few words as possible. In fact, more recent memories about guys he had met aftewards had helped to fill in the blanks. He had - after all - liked Njord from the get-go, because he reminded him of his former pack. And then... the berry-guy - big and tough - there had been one like that too. Or that pissed off dude. He had known from previous experience to keep his distance. Or else... "I like it better, where I am now. More peaceful," he shared about his current pack. "It's run by two queens - Erzulie and Rosalyn. You know them?" he asked.