Wapun Meadow i used the silk of my dress

merrick's head lifted sharply; ragged ears thrust toward the stranger with hate flaring chillingly in his single eye.
in a devil's breath it was gone, replaced by curiosity. not near enough to glean the other's scent yet over the reek of his own piss, merrick grinned. "i have someone like you over here too," he called in reference to the stranger's canine ears. 
@Fraser lingered in his mind, and he focused more clearly on his audience.
"you alone?"