Bearclaw Valley till so many decades had passed

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last eye left to the boy watched as red-child pulled away, the look of tiredness clinging to her tiny form. for a long time he watched after where the pup had gone. he did not approach. he did not glance aside. until the inward burble urged him away, until whatever word influenced merrick suggested that he might leave, the coywolf stayed as he was.
merrick left the densite with the same odd feeling prickled beadwork and looming between his shoulder blades. 
the children belonged to the raven.
the raven belonged to him, and he to she.
did that not make them his possessions also?
but the thought was still bitter to merrick, still reeked of tadec's slow disappearance, and so he did not think upon it again for the remainder of the day.