Chimera Fields i'm not shy, i'll say it

merrick glinted as if he were the edge of a knife. "all truths." his tone was glib. the tattered ears lifted, and the terrible scarring stretched into a rictus of laughter. 
"i suppose you do," the bearwolf agreed, beginning to drift toward the beginnings of a hard-packed and open path, cut there by who knew what during who knew when.