Bearclaw Valley hello rainbow [m]

merrick's single eye was orange. the color of a soft sunset, of autumn, of fox fur, of warmth. and yet no warmth was communicated in that glaring orb -- just a swallowing malice val was not acclimated to.

he steeled himself against shrinking back. he recognized this for what it was: him or the fox. of course, he'd pick himself -- but his heart was not so cold that he did not feel pity as merrick's paw was lifted. run, he urged the struggling creature, run before i--

val's gaze lifted; merrick circling him now, as if he were the ill-fated fox. sending this one to the bear, merrick purled. that val could do, though his stomach unfurled uncomfortably to think of it. he stepped towards the fox in grim silence, waiting then for merrick to either kill it himself, or bid him to do so.