Arrow Lake Goodnight to all of you, wherever you are

donovan's words, tearing at him,
gnashing;
merrick's sides heaved for breath, and all that remained to him was the crushing nausea in his throat.
avicus aventus her her her her her her
he marveled to know he had no shame in his flight from the lake; only the swelter of blood in his jaw from where he had lost a tooth to this, and the thrum of the tiger's screaming, violent betrayal
kill me where the meadow meets the red sand
stain ursus with all of merrick, rip the great vein in his throat and be done be done be done
until the ancient forest folded him within its arms again, the bearwitch did not stop.