Bearclaw Valley seamoss

powerplaying auriel out <3

lash of long leg, and they were off, the bearwolves.
but when he turned 'round, only vesta was left. 
sweet and dutiful vesta, sweet in the the way that poisoned honeywine might be, or the beautiful red scales of a serpent.
"i knew i liked you better," merrick sounded low in his throat, but he was not truly angered.
"you choose what we do," he encouraged the red-nape, forgetting the reticent woman who had gone away, but who had once asked for warriors.