Bearclaw Valley Who you gonna call?

nameless spirits. a wind who pressed and pushed. the girl with black eyes was not lying that merrick could see.
arielle's step was not missed. perhaps if he were more spoiled he might have felt entitled to her protection. as it was, merrick was only, ferociously proud, both of her and of his son's choice for mate.
they had chosen correctly for one another.
merrick smirked. "can you kill, selena?" he looked at stryx, at arielle; he turned to show the stranger the new lacerations and contusions and slashes and wounds he had earned. "can you go to war if i order you through the bear, not your spirits?"