Morningside Cuesta walk the nightmare terrain forever

they did not answer; they were silent. merrick did not know if he should be dismayed, or insulted, or pleased. revui's glance was expressive as it had ever been; he mused briefly on the idea, lopsided gaze shifting across the landscape. a small figure on it moved; and merrick cast his caution aside to pursue.
coyote, caught alone on a hunt.
the creature shrieked and streaked along the far edge of the rim, merrick fair flying after the figure, his own blood heated by the grace the quarry's lineage had given him. 
a scream. a murder. a message.
if they would not listen, they would see.