Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

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just a few more feet separated merrick from the promised land beyond the border, but a familiar voice rang out. its authority halted the boy in his tracks; he regarded his aunt laurel with a mixture of indignation and wariness. as he had not caught her scent, he was annoyed that he'd missed her trajectory back into bearclaw. now he was caught, and her tail flagged over her haunches.
within the boy was the instinct to submit, but there also existed the desire to do what he wanted. merrick whined placatingly, ears folding back against his head — and then he dashed for the border, streaking with full speed ahead. if he could just exit! then there was no way his mean ol' aunt could follow.
or such was merrick's logic.