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merrick twitched one tattered ear to the fore. "to whom am i giving a space in my ranks?" his tone was not accusing; in fact it was rather devoid of most things, only a rolling sound of broken rock and empty space.
the sunspire. he thought of where aventus and arielle might be. he thought of what might happen if one or both of them did not return.
attention etching back to the young wolf. "do you know who i am?" merrick did not suppose it was a 'yes.' but he must know before he said the rest.