Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

a week too for merrick, and he had grown reclusive, beginning to prefer his own shadow to the wolves around him. it was a large change, and after how harshly laurel had spoken to stigmata, merrick was unsure if he wanted to be near his thorny aunt. his days had become consumed with hunting small game, exploring the hollow alone, and avoiding the other wolves therein. 
except for nunataq, of course. the experience of friendship between them was often the only thing that grounded merrick during these times, she and the stars. having spent many nights out-of-doors, exploring the constellations visible through wintry clouds, he was eager to find her now, to tell her what he had discovered.
the young coywolf's ears lifted as the trail of nunataq's scent led to her form, twitching in dreamscape, and he chuckled to himself, giving a soft chuff of amusement he hoped would not wake her. let the girl sleep; he would wait nearby till she had awakened.