Bearclaw Valley We started livin’ in an old house

but he was already close, tip tip tapping toward those massive jaws; merrick sought to ingratiate himself into the vision of the sickened beast. but when bishop pulled away, so did the bearwolf. seeking one-eyed gaze lifted toward the broad tormented face.
a demon caught in the thick flesh. something that clawed at beautiful brutal bishop from the inside.
tormented, trembling; merrick licked his dry jaws and thought of the physician.
"evien is gone." he did not know if the man would know the hallowed name.
breath huddling in his throat;
"is death what you want, bishop?" seeking to hold and gleam and tantalize, for this man needed salvation and merrick needed blood.