The woods around them are far from still, far from quiet. Different creatures skittering in the undergrowth, the dead leaves of seasons past providing ample cover. It's nice here, and a part of it makes her feel even closer to her father. Dread didn't talk much of his family or his childhood, but he seemed to get that look in his eye when they were around tall trees like this. It makes sense, they're way more fun than the tall trees that surrounded the Ravine. These are good for climbing, and probably good for building too. Maybe once she pries her jaw free, she can take a look from even higher up.
Zagan Saxe, the boy seeming to puff out his chest. Right, she has a second name, but it's like... is it important to use? The social convention of it is still weird to Mercy. Hell, she's not the most social beast, all told. "We get these guys in the Ravine sometimes, but someone else always gets there first to kick their asses." She gives a soft hmph at the idea. It's fine, everything is fine, Mercy has found trouble for herself and vanquished it. No telling what that would do to her ego. "Polar bears are fucken cool though, bet their coats are like, so warm."
His father's kingdom, sounded a little braggy. Shit, two could play at that game. Still, he'd asked her a question. "Nah, way in the south, with my grandma-- she's the raid queen. I came up with my uncle, explorin' while he looks at plants or whatever." Where had Wake gotten off to? Really, he's the best babysitter, hardly gets in her way any. That, and maybe it felt good to reveal that she's a third generation badass.
Nosing at the bear carcass, she circles it once, squints. Reaching down to hold the jaw open, she examines the way it hinges. Without much thought she reaches down to begin gnawing at the connective tissue. "How're you planning to get the claws out?" It seemed like a fair question. Hell, Mercy hardly had any plans in general, so maybe she could learn a thing or two.
"speech"
