Flycatcher Downs deum verum

merrick slowed and moistened his jaws. "you have the resemblance of the valley's god." he stared at the other, taking their scent. unwolven. alien. the long fur which had seemed the pelt of a bruin rose wide and silken and rufflike.
merrick took in the details and alike. he had known kynareth. he had known other dogs.
what sort might this one be?
for now he was silent, prowling slowly to the right.