Bearclaw Valley Behead the elk

merrick nodded. he would help her take them then, and would not question why she needed them. it was easier to keep from investigating her; a tender mercy afforded to slate only for the simple fact that she had helped him during the ill-fated war with the saints.
from beside him, unseen by the healer, his blackbird waited. her purple eyes were upon the woman. merrick turned to look at her, though to slate it would seem that he was only staring into thin air.
"we have moved a lot since you joined us. how are you settling into the valley? i plan to be here for a while." merrick was not a reassuring person, but wished to indicate that ursus would be stationary, at least for the time being.
"arielle is always looking to learn more. your bruin-heart," he clarified, watchful of the aged wolf once more.