Bearclaw Valley the beautiful know they have power

Calling someone, who had once tried to eat your head, your best friend would be considered a little extraordinary among adults, but stranger friendships have been founded between children in playgrounds. Nunataq liked Merrick well enough, because he was more similar to her than the rest of her siblings. And also because he did not seem to suffer from the same emotional down-time as the rest of the group. As far as she could sense, he was his normal self. And, though she still considered herself the "adult" of the two, she made mental note to include him in her next outing in Easthollow or Wapun meadow. Should be fun.

In regards of the mushroom, Nuna had even less idea of, what that thing was than her brother, therefore she first tried to taste it (and it did not feel like anything remotely edible), and then she simply left a pee-mark next to it. Because it felt like good landmark as any for her to claim. She kicked up some dirt and leaves with her hind-paws - as she had seen her father do on many occasions - and was about to suggest something more interesting for Merrick, when the wind changed and brought the unmistakeable smell of another wolf in their direction.

Nuna recognized it right away and a sly grin appeared in her lips. She looked down at Merrick, asking, if he was up to for some mischief, and without waiting for an answer began to sneak towards the wolf that was hiding himself between the trees.