Bearclaw Valley rum. bring a bottle of it.

merrick decided at once to spare the boy, having entertained a murderous insistence that had flared at the sight of the river. aventus began to track, and the coywolf followed at once. 
he knew what beast would be at the end of the trail. the age of the spoor was advanced in comparison to the others, and merrick was suddenly eager to know why the shadowkit had netted that once above all else.
the pass at confidence was successful. silently the bearwolf watched the steps of the berry, how aventus did not seem to need him in this quest..
summarily relieved, he lengthened his stride until he was ahead of of the darkwrought boy. so like her, merrick told himself, lowering scarred muzzle in the wet to indicate a track along the trail the child had chosen.