Lion Head Mesa to carthage then i came

ah, of course. a question that cannot be answered by body alone.

ur. . . she trails off, mouth useless against the ess of that name. scarred tongue sweeps briefly across her muzzle, as much in nerves as in illustration. bear-paghk.

Avicus cocks her head. and you? she knows already; Merrick hasn't tended to keep company much with the wolves of Akashingo, or so she's seen. 

will he fight? or is he not inclined to violence, like the storyteller she challenged at the border?

god help them.