Lost Creek Hollow Food for me and my baby

nunataq soon leapt to her paws, provoking a start from merrick; his tail drummed against the earth to tell her he was no threat. and when his sisterwolf approached, the boy crooned low in his throat, licking her jawline. she was friend and family; aside from indra, nuna was all merrick had, though he thought fondly of laurel and had come to love mona.
life was easier when you had fewer to care about, the boy decided, nosing his own way into the girl's fur. she was fragranced with tinges of blood, with earth, with experience beyond his own; it excited him, and his tongue lolled beneath a bright expression: perhaps she would take him on an excursion, too?