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"slaves," he grunted to himself as the boy curled warmly atop his paw. merrick opted to sit, then slid his haunches to the earth, attempting not to disturb the son of revui. as far as he knew, this one had no name. it had been tucked into the silent throat of his mother, much as avicus and aventus had never heard their titles uttered aloud.
"shall i give you a name before i give you to ... the girl?" he inquired conversationally. "how's that going by the way? i'm sure they hate you." another gleeful blast of air from his nostrils.
he toyed idly with his prey's head before passing him back into where he belonged, and stalking away for whatever diversion he could discover next.