Bearclaw Valley By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

"i did." the boy's mouth twitched, a boyish, surprised laugh sounding next. "i don't have any objections." merrick was transformed, friendly in a way that the earlier moments would have never implied. he had almost forgotten about all of it, so dazzled was he by the sudden offer of servitude.
"there's lots of food here. we bury it in the ground. keeps longer," the coywolf murmured, deciding to begin with a very basic lesson. "and there's lots of us here. they follow me. i'm merrick, by the way," he told fraser, tail beginning to stir at his haunches.