Stone Circle rainstorm

merrick had seen how she hesitated and did not step over the formidable promise of his marks. he found it to be an assuagement. validating. there was power in her, for she had molded to the bearwolf as easily as he had conformed to his own bruin-kings.
in her pelt he was reminded of the voiceless woman whom revui had brought home, who had found her end at the teeth of his own raven. ursus kept itself hopeful and fierce. 
perhaps she might add to it.
but would he bring her to a bloody demise as well?
merrick thought he saw the thrum of her throat as she strummed a note for him; he turned and passed off into easthollow again, gait open and affable in his victories here.