Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

She feels like she’s being picked apart by him and his cyclops gaze. It’s rather intense, but she also sees the way his face reflects the pain of his wounds. Which she takes a moment to gather up with her own eyes. Assessing his damage of the ones she could see, she’s impressed by him once again. She could never imagine getting her pelt torn up like that. For she likes to keep the pale white and cream of her own coat pristine and beautiful.

When Merrick steps forth, she continues to follow him with her eyes. But when he’s saying that she would be killing a coyote for him that’s when she lights up.

“Even better.” She hums with a newly ignited flame to her eyes. “Then how about I go prepare for the show, great Merrick.” She offers then with a soft tilt of her head, large ears cupped towards him.