Bearclaw Valley interim

It wasn't often that Merrick had nothing to say, Evien mused with a small smile on his maw. And even though he'd confessed to wanting to kill his mother, Evien knew - and he had to assume Merrick knew as well - that he did not have the capability to do something like that. It was too much, too violent, too harmful for him. The healer just wasn't cut out for that type of thing.

But Merrick did not speak, and Evien didn't either. No explanations or excuses or questions. Just a hesitant outreach of Merrick's muzzle, and an extension of Evien's own.

A soft kiss was placed on the uninjured side of Merrick's muzzle, chaste and light. An encouraging gesture, welcoming Merrick without question.


"Would you like to sleep in my den with me, tonight?" the doctor offered, tipping his head with a small smile. He had yet to pull away, somehow magnetized to the coywolf before him.