Lone Star Mountain skittering goblets of bile

the man wanted to fade, but merrick was against this. vesta was with him, and the silent watchfulness of her presence buoyed him fully. "red as blood, her coat," he told the other, seeking to pin this loner with the weight of his own single eye. "she answers to no one save herself."
a toss of his head in the direction of ursus. "i won't keep you," smilingly, but the warmth did not meet his eyes.
"come back if you see her."
if she leaves you alive