Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

"can you kill?" merrick's breath was suddenly on her nape;
he wanted to see her jump;
and fluidly pulled away in the next motion, glancing back toward the forbidding trees of ursus.
"it's a requirement. bloodshed. if that's not your bag, move on now. i do bite."
now his single yellow eye filled with malevolence. she'd tarried too long here without solid words.
and merrick was hungry.