Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

She smiled as Merrick sealed her improving mood with a respectful lick to the chin. When he mentioned seeing the birds, she knew exactly what birds he meant; she'd seen him stare at the sparrows from time to time. Laurel nodded and said: "Alright, let's go see 'em."

She nosed Merrick's shoulder in encouragement to go and lead the way while she came into motion, then adapting her pace to however slow or fast Merrick was headed to the place.