Fox's Glade Second Decisions

"always gentle," merrick muttered warmly. "you can always come work for me," the boy invited, gliding smoothly into the work he had thus far for the bear spirit.
but the soft light of ulysses' gaze had unlatched some switch within his interest. merrick did not believe in breeding attraction: the individual details were then more intriguing than a goal.
mercenary work was thankless and dangerous, but the role had been filled by astara. perhaps she could be entrusted with carving ulysses into someone worthy of the great bear.
tongue bathed his excitement-dried lips. "can't promise it will be exciting," merrick sighed, but his smile told the truth of his bemusement. would ulysses agree?