Bearclaw Valley It Can Be Us

for the first time in months, merrick wondered where nunataq had gone. she wasn't a verbal creature and never had been; would it aid or hinder his one-time sister, he mused to himself.
he thought of Indra, mouldering beneath the earth. they would never know what had happened to her, and the thought was not as satisfying as it had once been.
with no one to hunt, with no one hunting him, the boy was growing bored. his mind traveled lazily to rumination on easthollow, and how many pups they would have this year.
a low smirk. a plan. 
"what shade of red?" merrick asked of his companion, an eerie grin crossing his features. "i like the dried-blood shade myself."