Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

the sheen of her indigo eyes invited merrick, fired his physical self, rounded him toward the intrigue of a spar. but his conscious mind was not a a part of it, for all he could think was that he wished to tell her about indra, about tadec, their abandonment. how he had slain the coyote before nunataq, how she had run from him. 
how he had fled his home, wept in darkened forests, felt the hand of madness move more heavily upon him. but though the words were there, the ability was not.
there, then, was only this.
with a low growl, he fell to his own bow, prowling closer before he feinted to the left and lunged inward, hoping to check the shadow’s next gambit.