As I'm Looking Up

In his good mood, tail still swishing happily back and forth behind him, Merrick looked to the silent fae as she began working. He thought nothing of her silence. "Well done," he rumbled before moving to the dead bear to help her with her task. He agreed that a bear skin was a handy thing to have around. This area was likely to get very cold during the deep of winter.

As Relm slid her blade along the inside of the bear, separating skin from fat and sinew, the dire brute held it firm, making the cuts easier for her. They had to work in rather close proximity for this, but he didn't mind. It also didn't matter to him if she minded, she he stayed where he was, their fur brushing periodically as they worked.

Merrick pushed the bear, rolling it when they got to that point. He continued keeping the bulk of the pelt out of the woman's way until the fur was completely separated and the bear was just a hunk of pink meat. Stepping back, Merrick folded the skin in half, keeping the wet parts touching one another. He then rolled the hide and, after searching for a moment, tied it with a vine that had grown over one of the stones. "So why the cloak?" He asked, shooting a dual-toned glance her way. "It has to get in the way."

"Merrick Mendacium"