Meadowlark Prairie perfect, you're my poison

for a long time, merrick was silent.
if nyra had come so far to murder his blackbird, then he saw no reason why she would not have struck elsewhere.
"i am merrick, of ursus. others will follow me here."
a breath. he laboured with the sudden enormity of his own grief, but it was burnt away in the next by hatred.
"take me to pharaoh."