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"nothing," merrick answered, gathering his attention to settle on the other wolf. "it's dead. i am going to get another one and do the same thing. you can have this," he murmured, pushing the limp body of the tortured soul against the snow. it was of no use to him now, and he was not hungry.
"what is your name?" he asked of his counterpart, copperburn eyes level upon the boy. why had they not interacted before? but even as he had the thought, merrick knew: he himself had grown reticent almost to a fault. he met few wolves these days outside of his chosen few.