Bearclaw Valley A glimpse of you, a remnant trace

"some of them. not this one," he said of the pelvis. though of course he did not truly know, merrick had only ever seen his ravenbride touch and hold the bone circlet with the utmost care. reverence. the sort he himelf offered the bears, the blackfeather offered this charnel house.
"what sorts of trophies would you collect?" he purled in more malevolent suggestion. he himself; merrick thought back to the screaming rabbit he had once skinned while breath remained. that would have kept, and a bone from the boy thrown off the cliff. teeth baring in a coldwater grin, he waited for aventus' answer, wondering how their minds might meet on this subject.