Bearclaw Valley Behead the elk

he blew steam from his nostrils. aventus' dragon-father, come stalking to see what slate was doing. her teeth were clutching and clinking along the antlers of an elk. merrick watched only for a short while before he joined her.
the ivory was cool upon his tongue. he allowed her to work, only tasting the bones for a moment before he pulled away and circled to one side.
"decorations for your den?" he asked softly. his single eye was cool. slate was a talented healer and had been in ursus since the war. but he still did not know if she had come to the bear. and merrick must know this.
astara was beside him, once more seen only by the witchwolf.