Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

it was a swift and confusing scene: one wolf ran off, the other began to plead. his mother's hard voice, and the plaintive creature's departure. he did not quite understand why she had said no to the would-be joiner, but the iron resolve in the set of indra's small body settled any questions he might have had.
he was quick to follow, moving alongside her as he drew his muzzle down toward the trail of the retreating wolf. "mama," merrick began after a moment, "why did the first wolf go away?"