Noctisardor Bypass [raid] gunpowder meddling

merrick stopped, cutting through the frozen leaves there was a child here, a child who looked nothing like laurel but bore her scent; the bearwolf thrust his face close and snarled: "where is your mother?" 
the boy was bedraggled and filthy. merrick smirked to think that this was how his aunt kept her children — ah, his cousin. "we're related."