Bearclaw Valley This is where I reside

merrick was used to something like silence, but this was a quiet that wrapped him uncomfortably. "your queen does not speak. she has never needed to say a word." a cruel smile decorating his lips now; he took vesta's answer with an approving, brief nod. "and she is the better of us all."
his indigo-eyed obsidian carrionbird — merrick's heart filled with love and an exquisite singular ache for her now. 
"legion is that way," the coywolf went on in a completely different vein with a gesture northeast. "and easthollow, immediately north, was our closest neighbor. until recently," and merrick believed that his pride had done it. "we aren't on speaking terms with any of them."