Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

perhaps the princess had a hidden blade. the malicious glow cleared to plain interest. merrick tilted his head as if re-appraising her. he drew away and drifted toward the stone that marked the entryway to their land. "show me."
in the next moment he was silent, whirling, lunging for the girl. it was not a spar. merrick would not be gentle, and he intended to feel her own teeth if she wanted entry.
the man's particular brand of interview was unpopular.