Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

he drifted and burbled and laughed, a magpie madness guttering in his one-eyed stare.
a very good mood was upon merrick, and he moved to attend astara's summons. venamis was already there; the coywolf flanked him for a teasing moment before trotting toward his lover.
single eye roved with a growing interest over the wounded man upon the plinth; merrick stepped back and bestowed a grin upon his companion.
"what should we do with such a precious thing?" he inquired wonderingly, knowing she would not respond but wanting to speak aloud.
"venamis," merrick purred over one shoulder. "i have a job for you."