Lost Creek Hollow all my life, i've been afraid of things

fade w another round? we should thread again soon!

gannet seemed hesitant in a way that merrick read as weakness. the other was not used to concession, perhaps. carefully filing this away, the boy kept his features impassive and stepped forward to take his own meal, swallowing until his jaws were stained with blood.
when merrick had finished, he glanced toward gannet, seeking any hint of dominance in the older wolf's face. "may i take the pelt?" it would be a poor gift for nunataq, who had been places where her brother had not yet gone, but he wanted it for their den all the same.