Bearclaw Valley When they say 2% milk, I don't know what the other 98% is

merrick felt as though he had unsettled this kid. mission accomplished, then — an upward curl of his lips revealed teeth in a vague and glinting smile, his roughened but handsome features shining affably. "i haven't heard any one of those names," the young coywolf murmured with apology.
"did they up and leave you behind?" merrick inquired, tone earnest but words cold. why else had this boy arrived here? just looking for relatives who had probably abandoned him? "in my experience, setting up camp and waiting for them to come back is best."
or killing them.