Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

He smirked at the joke. Yeah, he probably could.
"Or wherever you like," he jested back in a light manner. That was what he was here for really. Something to do.
It seems Merrick may want something though, so the conversation must go on.

"It's pretty," he mused, "the pack is nice, seen some children about. Plenty of food, nice area." And seemed to have some allies, or so he's heard. But that was fine. All cool, all fine. He was rather sentient for the time being.
"I think the Ancients like it here too," and probably why he was drawn here in the first place.