Bearclaw Valley dolce

"another cyclops? interesting. i thought i was special." an attempt to rib stryx, dragging their communication heavily to one side. merrick thumped his tail. "do you think two one-eyed wolves would have blind children?"
the twist of his mouth suggested that he did not truly want an answer.
"so there were at least two. a child. the scent of a boy i did not see again. laurel. the children." he shrugged. "no reason to finish the job; they'll either replenish what was stolen or that bitch will try to find me."