Bearclaw Valley axehandle

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merrick had not forgotten the dark coupling he and his raven had engaged upon the downed stones, but did not trouble himself with its outcome.
moondark tonight, overcast. restless, the bearking roved through the thickets curling on every side of rivenstone.
a heavy stench here; not urine nor blood, but musk. it was not a bear, and the warbitten coywolf prowled along the odd trail.
at its end, moving in a long dark shape through the empty field, was a creature that merrick had not seen before, and as he stared with single eye, the thickfurred neck snapped around, and dagger-fangs showed in a long guttural growl that poured across the flowers.