Bearclaw Valley pack and forth

love the new av :o

merrick rolled his shoulders, gave a grim little shake of his muzzle. "not yet." and he saw no reason to go now. he was content to lapse into silence now, to move alongside ico and feel the exhausted bruising of his very soul. "how have you been?" the bearwolf murmured after a moment. anything, anything to for once draw the focus from his shoulders to that of another being; merrick suffered and felt the glow of rot in his gut.