Emberwood if he's a king, he's a priest and god too

while Merrick berates, while Ashlar snivels, Avicus gazes down at the now-still coyote. cranes her neck to nose at her shoulder, wincing at the sting of tongue against torn flesh. she leaves it for now, knowing more contact will only aggravate the wound further. returns her eyes to the coyote.

moves in a semi-circle, ears only half-tilted toward the sound of her father's lecture. she squats, sending a steady stream of urine to splash against the corpse's forepaws.

a warning, then. here be wolves. coyotes beware.

and she wants no part of whatever Merrick has planned for Ashlar. she turns her attention to other sounds in the forest, promising still more game today. she has more than proven herself; she hopes the singer can find courage before it is too late.