Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

the man that came to rest three good and one mangled paw in the soil before pandora was changed.
caked with blood and matted with dirt, merrick's lean frame reeked of earthen death. and the single eye left to him scorched and burned and writhed.
"pandora."
his voice was claws upon oiled stone.
he remembered her hips and chest and lips and limbs;
but they stirred no part of merrick.
"what has you on my doorstep again?" he rumbled in a cautious slither.