Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

You are the great show, Pandora. Merrick rumbles which has pandora sweating a bit beneath her pelt.

Oh she’s in for a real treat now, isn’t she? To have to entertain the great Merrick with his specific taste of brutality. Only she might just have to disappoint him in that regard for she is not a fighter and she does not plan on gaining these scars he speaks of. She’s too pretty for that.

He wants her stained in blood apparently and though the thought is appealing to both of you, Pandora doesn’t believe in her abilities to do such a thing. Especially with a coy bigger than her. Perhaps she’d ask him to teach her some fighting techniques if she gets in. For her only style of fighting is panicky and angry. Which, one, isn’t a good look on her and, two, not a good way to fight — leaves room for mistakes. She would try though, depending on who she finds as her victim. If it’s a small she-coy her chances would be better than a large male. So they’d have to see who she comes across.

So pandora shoots a smirk at the coy. “My, my, Merrick. Your tastes are very specific aren’t they?” She’d tease good naturedly. “But I will be trying my best. See you soon.” She purrs, turning on her heels and instantly puts her nose to the ground in search of herbs and coyotes.