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merrick was pleased to have a scout. the dark woman would use her silver gaze and bring him word of thing beyond the bear-borders. in his mind, he saw already the way he might bring asperas and apophis before the pack, and with them a baptism of blood so sorely needed.
a lap of his jaws. he watched crows feed upon the decaying innards of a rat.
and then a youthful howl, rising over the primal forest. merrick straightened, for there was a familiarity in it. he came not long after, and lifted his plume in amusement and surprise to see the man who had wanted to hunt their meadow.
"did the bear speak to you?" were his first words, tongue-tip toying with the corner of his own mouth.