Bearclaw Valley and fire coming out of the monkey's head

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tuur had long gone. 
the medicine den was occupied now by @Arielle, but merrick had not needed to call upon her for any malady.
until his blackbird's aura shone sick-orange. he stalked after her now, flinging himself bonelessly nearby.
but his gaze was tense, and merrick passed it over the swell of her side and the back of her head.
"you've lost weight." petulant, hard. in it she would hear his brand of worry, which was to deny it ever existed.