Bearclaw Valley When you come long like an island

the foxwolf would find the one-eyed bear sitting sentinel upon the large boulder which oversaw ursus' only entrance. 
the scent of blood drew his gaze away from the snowy meadow. the white was beginning to melt. merrick stared down at pandora and then descended with a catlike flick of his ragged tail. 
he did not ask for the rabbit; he knew it was his.
the single eye roved curiously over their pristine skeptic, now groomed and cleansed of the coyote's blood. 
he did not speak; merrick waited instead for pandora to announce herself in the cunning way she always wore.