Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

beneath his aunt's onslaught of questions, merrick truly began to feel remorseful. not halfway through her brisk address and his bottom lip was trembling. when laurel had finished, demanding an answer, puppyish tears crept down merrick's dark cheeks. "'m sowwy. won' do it again!" he whined pitifully, shuffling himself against the ground. it wasn't much of an answer, but the boy was contrite, drawing his tail up against his underbelly with a sniffle.