Bearclaw Valley there are so many books i mean to read

the youngest of the bearclaw children, the move to the rendezvous site had proven quickly that merrick was totem-pole dead last. largely too young to participate in the rougher games of the older puppies, the lone boy cavorted after the others all the same, hoping to gain their favor or at least their attention.
today, however, it was too hot to chase the courtiers in the puppy kingdom; mid afternoon found the child lazily chewing on a length of bark, eyes half-lidded against the heat.