Lost Creek Hollow I can’t take one step out of your world anyway

if there was nothing more to be said here, why did xan still speak? merrick had respected the man on dint of his size, his clear ferocity, but now he rambled about things for which the boy did not care. it seemed as if xan had not expected to be rebuffed, or perhaps merrick was merely projecting.
"good luck," he murmured, dipping his muzzle politely to the man. truth be told, the young wolf did not care if xan succeeded, failed, or returned. his interest in indra had died long ago; she had given him life, and that was all.
unless xan stopped him, merrick began to turn and pad away, for there was no longer a reason to continue their conversation, and he had other things with which to occupy his time.