Wapun Meadow i used the silk of my dress

he was meticulously pissing over every inch of the meadow his bladder could splash, pausing from moment to moment to glare angrily in the direction of where he had last seen treason. merrick then would put a barrier between whatever she was doing and ursus, and if she crossed, he would throw her head on his rook's altar.
the thought made him feel better, and he hummed tunelessly as he went on, hiking his leg over grass and shrub alike.