Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

It was enough.

The soldier's shoulders tensed together, his brow creasing. He watches the man for a beat and focuses his attention on him for a second. How did they know this name? He draws a tense breath in and there is some kind of recognition or understanding in the hard expression.

Aventus and Avicus, son and daughter of... Merrick. Saying the name of the one-eyed man aloud, here, felt somehow dangerous. Glaukos knew better than to expect a dead man to have power, but Merrick had been such a real and tangible force to Glaukos growing up, it was as if he spoke of a dangerous secret buried since he was a boy — and really, wasn't that true of Merrick?

They were my... siblings? Superiors? He did not know how to label that relationship either; it was as dead as anything else in this place. A deep breath steadies his thoughts and he rephrases. I was made to serve them. The fur along his spine serrated further, and he stared at the two wolves who seemed so undecided about his presence here, but he no longer held curiosity about them or about this place.

Rather, Glaukos wanted to leave and not look back. He did not want to face any part of who he used to be—or who he potentially still was, and would be forever.