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merrick would have limped off elsewhere had not ash appeared then, a boy in tow. the boy he had first met in rivenwood.
he cried out for his sister.
merrick's mouth curled into a cruel smile. "very good, ash," he purred despite the weakness of his body, single eye resting hotly upon her proud features.
what a credit all wolves in ursus were to their chosen spirit.
"what is your name?" he growled toward the boy. they couldn't very well be kept together; that was how escapes were plotted. 
"there is a high den in tumbleview," he murmured to to ash. "take him there." the cyclops'-stare rested on the boy. "you will be maimed if you try to escape. i don't need two eyes. you will do without both if you try to run."