Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

since the baptism, merrick found he had unlocked some ability to rather enjoy his time about avicus and aventus. avi. ave. he remained aloof, but as they grew, he discovered excuses to come about somewhat more often. a mouse here. a scapula there. more things to kill.
he tested the gentle wind; heavy scent of the meeting-place blossoms stark in the hot air, and the corvid's fluting bouquet interlaced there. gleefully merrick came upon the meadow, by and by, and across the way spied the three forms, one a tall shadow, one a ruddy glow, one a smudge of darkness. tail flown above his narrow haunches, the coywolf trotted toward them, gaze as always for his mate first.