Lost Creek Hollow all my life, i've been afraid of things

moving beyond gannet, merrick hunted for one of the familiar footpaths before answering. "the stars. terance is teaching me the names of the constellations i can see." not expecting the newcomer to need more explanation, the boy headed down the paw-beaten trail, searching for the spoor of ruminants. gannet would follow, he expected, and the two of them would fall into the necessary silence that would give merrick a reprieve from talking.