Bearclaw Valley should we be dancing with all these madmen?

He came upon Merrick first, lingering where his trail crept towards the pit where the woman slept, and emerged from a copse of angled trees behind him. He lumbered forth and then planted himself beside his leader. Revui held no desire to witness whatever was transpiring within that darkness, and only glanced to the den mouth when his senses alerted him to the dull thuds of something dropped, then the almost tantalizing smell of wet fur, viscera, and his own hunger. Beside him probed Merrick, and for the majority of this event he wondered if they might enjoy sharing another rousing game of chase, or catch, or bloodsport. He remained ignorant to the true seriousness of the moment.