Ravensblood Forest The one that will occasionally openly steal babies

so things were not all right with mother and child. merrick found this particularly ironic, given his own disowning of indra. he rolled his shoulders with a knowing nod. ”she didn’t tell me that.”
it was a bit of mean-spirited deceit on merrick’s part, but why should he care? obviously this woman had angered the boy so much he had sought his own space from her. and no mention of a father, which the young coywolf found curious.
”i’ll leave you alone then,” merrick murmured, sensing that his opportunity was at hand. ”there’s a coyote pack in the forest. i was going to run them off,” he added casually, glancing in the direction of the hidden astara.
”might need help,” merrick finished, though he did not look at the boy again as he took a step toward the darkened foliage, leaving the invitation without pressure and open-ended.