Honeyed Pasture entolés poréas ⚔

ursus.
merrick.

i am orthaon. he looks away from the wounded man,
testing the wind silently.
it occurs to him that he could say more, but he does not.
the man before him will not care how he titles himself nor wonder why he is here in these wilds. orthaon is glad for this fact - he does not like to share needlessly.


good hunting. he concludes, moving at a stalk away from merrick of ursus.