Bearclaw Valley I know who I was when I woke up this morning

wolfsblood in the air.
merrick followed it with the grimjawed singular focus of a changeling vampire.
the scent shifted into the unflawed mien of a child, an unknown sprawled helplessly upon his border.
merrick made no attempt to veil himself as his single eye burned toward her. "have you come to be eaten?" he asked mockingly, a slithering laugh climbing in his throat.