Bearclaw Valley Completely Zoned Out

a grin poured itself onto the boy's scarred features; he was enamoured of the fact that skoll was on his side about such things. "that's right!" he crowed, banner flagging at his hips with delight. "you're right." the single eye scanned the soldier's face; merrick felt the happiness settle to a warm ember in his chest. "he can even come back. i've decided. ico can return if he wants to." scared or not, the prince saw no reason to kill the little white wolf.
"unless, of course, he goes next door to easthollow." a light chuckle, one that was not at all pleasant.