Meadowlark Prairie i watch the colored animals across the floor

his shadow did not take kindly to the cold of his words. merrick found himself within a standoff he had not anticipated, and his lips skinned back from glistening teeth.
all at once, however, the fight went out of him. he could not lose her, would do nothing to jeopardize the manner of them further. merrick knew such a loss would result in calamity; she had done nothing but stand between he and his anger.
his gaze glowed contrite; merrick crept back to seek the nightshade's favour, desperate to know there remained warmth beneath her stony veneer.