The following are short chronicles of her life... Merell turns her will inward and calls to the cat curled up sleeping in her soul. Purring in her mind she calls forth the entity and pets and scratches the beast with her ‘hands’ of her soul. "Run with Me?" Merell asks {yessss} replies the beast within Like unfolding a canvas tent with one expert flip of the arms and shoulders Merell turns outward the beast coming with. Letting out a hearty roar to the dawn of a new day the Beast and Merell run through the planes in the Barrens. Stalking through the grass, nose to the wind, the scent builds.