Bearclaw Valley you can't know what i mean by what i say

skoll was swift to assure merrick, in a deep voice that shook the boy to his haunted core and instilled confidence. with each passing syllable, the bearwolf was returning to himself, blossoming back into a proud fey thing. "i don't think i'm the problem. you know she got all fat, right?" he scoffed, turning his sharp attention back to the river.
"then evien was like, she's pregnant. and i'm like, no. this wasn't something i wanted."
he sulked.
"i think that's why she doesn't want me around. now she's going to have someone else. a baby." merrick scowled the syllable, spitting into the ground. his expression was contorted into the sneer of a bratty boy; he hunched his narrow shoulders and stared stonily out over the water.