Scare Valley

Moving north with a long-lived excitement in her bones, Mercy can't help herself. The north had been the place that raised her father, and she needed to see it. Weaving among the trees, recklessly slushing through the undergrowth, crashing among fallen branches and leaves fallen in seasons past. It's exciting, and she'd long-shaken Wake where he lurked on her tail. World's worst babysitter, more concerned with sniffing out herbs than keeping an eye on the pup... it hadn't gotten either of them into much trouble yet.

Speaking of trouble, there's a bear out here. Seemed like just the kind of trouble you'd find in the woods. It's not coming for her, at least as far as she can tell. Swinging wide and getting a better look at the situation, she catches sight of another pup as well.

Huh. Her options laid bare (bear? Ha!), Mercy makes an impulsive decision. She stalks to stand near the tusked boy, all upright posture and confidence. Perhaps too much confidence. Keen vision trained on the beast as it ambles in their direction, she offers a broad grin. "Two's better odds than one, yeah?" Gaze glimmering as she fixates on the beast, who's no doubt heard them by now.

"speech"