Bearclaw Valley It Can Be Us

"you won't be alone," merrick assured, before his tattered ears swung forward to hear what skoll would tell about himself. it was not a remarkable story, but the young coywolf seized upon the potential for some intimate detail of the man's relationship with his lost sister.
"i lost my sister too," merrick revealed, feigning a mournful expression. "we hunted, we played; one day i woke up and she was gone." the lying was easy now, glibly rolling from his tongue, insistent that merrick be believed. "it's hard to lose people you love."
he enjoyed skoll's straightforward way, his easy manner. "what's your favorite color?" the boy chirruped gleefully a second later.