Bearclaw Valley When you come long like an island

Merrick watches her and she watches him closely back. Oh, how handsome he is despite his hardly veiled insanity and wretched scars!

He speaks quickly though, replying to her earlier words with a Yes, Pandora. Smoothly followed by his next words about her sacrificing herself to their mighty bear.  Then, just as easily, he moves up and towards the forest with an expectant aura about him. And she smiles with a huff of a laugh, bouncing up from her spot and playfully bounding towards him, tail swishing high in the air like a cat.

“Then I would be honored to do so, great Merrick.” She purrs easily. “Say…” She begins, but trails off slyly. “Would you ever think of teaching a girl how to fight?”