Fox's Glade Second Decisions

ulysses rose swiftly to his full and terrible height, but merrick smiled to see the familiarity fill the moon-gaze, hear the beseeching voice. another time, he might have been cunning ganymede to this king among their kind, but he was ugly now, ruined for such visual delights.
with a pang, merrick stepped forward to greet the tall man, smirking at ulysses' concern. "it's been a long time," merrick observed dryly. "i —"
indra's last breath; salt licked from her cheeks; the man's choking anger hunter mother hunter mother hunter;
caiaphas
"— went wandering. i received nothing i didn't deserve, ulysses," merrick purled, seeking to soothe the turbulent crashing within him by reaching on tip-paw to touch his nose against the man's shoulder.
walk with me, his single eye glimmered up in invitation, before the coywolf stepped back and canted his head to one side. "were you looking for me?"