Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

cameo pls skip unless addressed

While Merrick was within the borders of Ursus, Fraser didn't stray far from him. Not glued to his side, true—but within scenting distance. He didn't feel comfortable away from his master. So many of the wolves here were still unknown to him; only Merrick, despite the damage he'd done to the deerhound's tail, was familiar. The devil he kent.

The dog trailed a short distance behind the leader, chocolate-drop eyes taking in the sight before him. Ursus wolves, and a stranger. Tempers were high; voices were raised. Looking dubious, he approached further, though kept his distance, a silent gray shadow to the side.

No harm would come to Merrick, or so help him. . . Fraser's gaze flickered between the young man at the border and the demon, waiting for the eruption of tensions—or not.