Wapun Meadow I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

the boy was reticent and silent, the opposite of gregarious, talkative merrick. refusing to allow a wall of quiet to be erected between them, the coywolf flicked his tail, dropping the speed of his gait. "the price is blood," merrick blurted cryptically, turning his single eye upon his few-worded companion with a hot expression.
it passed as quickly as it had come, and merrick began to creep forward again.