Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

Laurel roughly shoved Merrick into the ground while a growl bubbled in her throat. Luckily his instincts kicked in almost instantly and he made himself small beneath her, giving in to her authority. Laurel relaxed soon after and let go of his scruff again. "Listen to your aunt," she hissed as she looked down at him, then continued in a strict voice: "What were you thinking?! It's dangerous to go out there alone!"