Bearclaw Valley on the nature of daylight

when no one immediately arrived to soothe him, merrick's cries became more pathetic, until he had fair worked himself into a lather. and when lucas came round, blowing warm breath over the boy's nape, the pup stared up at his packmate with a wide and tear-soaked gaze. "I FALL!" came his shuddering pipe; merrick simply could not fathom why the ground had done him like this.
he leant his round head against the older boy's ankle, small shoulders shaking as he sought to control his sobs. perhaps the other had some way of punishing the wicked forces that had led to merrick's downfall; the younger of the pair would glibly follow such an edict.