Bearclaw Valley antlermoon

Given a choice, the young wolf responded with a quiet nod. Æsilfír wondered if Merrick might sneer, knowing he’d be leading the boy to his death. But he said nothing, simply turned around and began to stalk away. 

Ash’s hackles settled and she reached over to give Abel a soft touch with her nose, before she began to follow after Merrick, assuming that Abel would follow so that he could see his sister again.