Bearclaw Valley Behead the elk

She didn't hear him come to her, and soon enough the dangerous man was beside her, helping her.

That was new.

She paused for a short moment, following his movement with her eyes and when he stopped on one side he looked at her. She felt nervous, probably rightfully so. She didn't know what the man was thinking, what he wanted from her. If she had known what he was thinking of her the first time they had met, she likely wouldn't have followed him. With one last great pull she was able to pull the head off the elk. It was a great mess alright.

"decorations for your den?" His voice was soft and it caught her by surprise. What was this? She looked at him and then shook her head. "I want the antlers. They could prove useful in my work." She didn't want to bore him with information of healing once again, she had done that before.

She looked at the beheaded elk and found it hard to look at Merrick. Slate was not a sociable creature, but this strange man with the talk of bears was a greater mystery to her than anyone else she had met. Patients would take her medicine as she asked them to, they would listed to her and it gave her something to do. Merrick was not a patient, he was her leader. What did one say to a leader?

The awkward she-wolf stood with her gaze into the ground, looking at the head she had taken off and wondered if she could dig herself a big hole to hide in. Akashingo had felt like home, familiar and nice. Ursus felt like a trip-wire in front of her legs. She could misstep at any time.