Lion Head Mesa the mosquitoes were almost unbearable

"the best course of action is not to only stand here."
the savage orb tore at the boy beside him, shrinking to a pile of darkened ash. merrick was disgusted. "i do not need you. i wait out of courtesy for whatever strife is between you and nyra."
but the writings, the speaking; the bearwolf was beyond it all. "to whom am i speaking?" he demanded.