Lost Creek Hollow I'm just doin' my job here.

merrick kept his gaze watchful, choosing silently not to heed the indications of the other creature. if he had been assigned a task, he would tend it regardless of the boy's presence. and so merrick backed some few feet and settled himself. "so work."
if treason had any problem with the young wolf overseeing the job she had given the punished wolf, then he would expect to be addressed by her. not for nothing was he like this; merrick had been born to leadership. and although indra had left him, a knowledge that still caused merrick to smart in the early hours, he upheld himself as the princeling of the hollow.
stare cooled significantly — the boy was no longer willing to bandy words, and would enforce treason's law himself, for no other reason but amusement.