Bearclaw Valley antlermoon

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merrick was without grace. he'd never had the capacity for it and that did not change when he came upon the pathetic boy prone in his den and whinging. "get up," the bearwolf snarled, clouding the weakened young features with a cloud of horrible breath.
and if abel did not show signs swiftly enough that he would obey, merrick meant to grab his scruff and drag him bodily from the den, roughly down the stones until he rested at the bearwolf's feet.