Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

merrick left from skulking around the den. in the days that followed, the boy found there was less acrimony in him toward the wriggling weaklings. his emotion remained charged only in regards to his traitorous lover.
but merrick missed her. he had rarely spent long parted from the nightbird's dark flank, and now it had been weeks. put out and lonely, he stalked off for a patrol.
easthollow had never come, and he was infuriated to have his voice so ignored. consumed by frustration and the looming always-hunger for blood, he heeded the summons tossed skyward by evien. a cackle wreathed from the boy as he sidled to a halt alongside toad. before them, powerful revui hurtled full-tilt at a creeping stranger. tongue lolled; merrick meant to watch until it became clear how this might play.