Blacktail Deer Plateau wisteria; growing [m]

merrick charged ahead, tongue lolling flippantly. it had been some time since he had felt the keen edge of diversion that had nothing to do with his darker lusts. no, with astara, he was truly free. that they headed for vengeance reminded the boy he had intended to take the shadow to see his mother, and perhaps come away stained with indra's blood: a debt repaid for having abandoned him after giving him life.
for now, however, merrick lay such contemplations by the wayside. a fox bounded before him, startled by the young wolves, and the yearling immediately changed tactic, slipping effortlessly from playful jaunt to focused hunt, ears thrust forward as he bounded through the weald in pursuit of the hapless creature.