Bearclaw Valley the warning he caught from your eyes

he grinned down into the jovial little face, suddenly wretched with the want to rip cheek from bone and end the simpering notes of her voice. careful, careful; merrick chose instead to back away, hiding his abrupt hunger beneath a low chuckle. "go and hunt around the place then," he invited, allowing snowskip to depart if she chose.
"or come with me on patrol." was she corruptible, then? he intended to discover this for himself.