Bearclaw Valley [m] It's very easy to take more than nothing

merrick melted from the darkeness.
the flame of his single eye fixed to each in turn: arielle. pandora. 
a coyote.
pandora, smeared with effort.
the bearwitch circled gently to the edge of the clearing, smiling at the one among them who would not leave this night.
"well done, pandora. the bear will be pleased."
his attention flickered slowly back to the coyote; he felt a deep and unending thirst rise inside him.
pandora now, commanding the bearwolf's focus.
the scent of arielle's blood was sweet even in the frigid air.