Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

they judged him. but merrick was beyond caring. he sat back upon his heels and tilted chin up and back until he was staring at the arch of redrock high above them.
"all that remain of my children. my eldest son. my eldest daughter." children no longer. the scoured blood of ursus ran in their veins, and they would carry it regardless of what might befall their father.
merrick inhaled. "i know where the saints live. i will not wish to wait. how swiftly are you and your wolves able to move?" all singular focus upon this one thing and certain event.
pain gathered inside his spirit, and merrick spun it into the steel chains of wrath.