Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

I am skippable from this point on, and Merrick may pp Revui as needed.

They emerged from the woodwork to the din of voices, but Revui ignored each of them. It wasn't until Merrick spoke that he gave heel, drawing back a step (likely brushing against the three-legged wolf) and slanted a look towards him. There were enough bodies here to make easy sport of Clay, should the order be given. They were like eager vultures swarming to a carcass. The mountain man said nothing; he waited, and turned his attention back to the boy when he agreed to ferry whatever message the shadow would give him.