Arrow Lake Goodnight to all of you, wherever you are

donovan, greeting him with such ease and familiarity, as if their paths had not inexorably shifted. the bearwitch tried to shove his rage into the bone clasp of his ribcage, breath swelling his flanks; a grin tamped it down, but the hard lantern ice of his cyclop's stare sliced through the air between he and the tiger.
"better."
he would let donovan take that as he would; by and by the scarred coywolf cocked his head with the intensity of a raptor scenting blood. "and the saints?" what had losing their ally done to them? tongue thoughtfully bathing lips as he waited, merrick poised and seductive against the glint of sunlight upon water.