Bearclaw Valley and to do such a thing for such a being?

merrick felt a shiver course through him, despite the melancholy pallor. instantly he wondered at the pursuing nature of these suddenly affectionate gestures, and grew filmy and titillated with surprise. always the hunter, merrick; always the click of teeth in the night.
a sudden wariness stole over him, but he veiled it from view, refusing to shift evien away yet.
"it's working. slowly," came the slow purling in his throat.