Bearclaw Valley the warning he caught from your eyes

true to her name, snowskip began to make quick work of her bearlord. merrick did not bother to stifle his mirth nor his intrigue; it gleamed toward her from the last socketed eye left to him, each time he turned with the alabaster girl and her feints.
game though it was, he felt the neat slicing hunger to win. her next leap forward grazed his hock; he waited for snowskip to draw close again, whirling in a flex to grab for the girl and drag her down into the dirt.