A New Life

The woman thanked him and waited for his name, which he gave in deep, gritty tones. "Merrick Mendacium." He waited for her name in turn, but only for a moment. His attention went back to the dead cat and he lapped at his chops, tasting its blood again. The woman offered to skin the lion and Merrick huffed lightly in amusement. "You're free to have it if you'd like. I prefer softer things," Yeah, there was a little innuendo in his words, but Merrick wasn't anything if he wasn't a bastard. Without another word, he moved to the dead cat and grabbed it in his jaws, pulling it over to lay it on the dead deer.

Taking up one edge of the hide, he waited for Relm to take the other edge. Together they could pull their kills back to Elysium proper more quickly. She had offered to skin and process the cat, so he'd leave her to it once they got there. Having taken the responsibility on herself, it was no longer his problem. Out of the goodness of his own heart was he even helping her to take the dead things back. He could have just gone on his merry way. Here he was though, being a gentleman.

"Merrick Mendacium"