Silvertip Mountain pine and lavender

the taggerung denied him.
merrick hid the slow burn of wrath that began to seethe inside. "she knows the bear gives her his power."
his blackbird had been recently from her post. she need only set the balefire jeweling of her eyes upon any creature, and they would see what it was merrick had always known.
"i am a man of many desires. many faces." the bearwitch licked his torn lips. "we serve the shadows here, and the things that have lived in the shadows long before us."