Bearclaw Valley stay away, away, away

she was welcomed. merrick hummed toward the moonsilver woman with a low cunning chuff. so she had followed him here.
or had she considered it?
did he need to tell her that this was a place of bears? where you stand is holy ground.
it was not necessary. she exited as did any other fragmented shade, and merrick wet his lips before fanged mouth spread in a glib wolf's-head grin.
had she come to hunt again? the graphite arch of his tail said this too, was well-received.