Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

"i'm no healer. but we have one here. skilled man," merrick trilled, thinking of pretty little evien. fierce birdling he had become, that one. "the purpose comes from you listening. i can give you the resources to build while you figure out what the voice is saying."
they all had inner monologues and little whispers, though merrick was aware his own were more dire than most. the bear itself lived in his chest. no other could lay claim to that.
"i can give you a chance to reinvent yourself, phoebe," the coywolf murmured seriously, focus trained upon her as he paused his steps.