Bearclaw Valley rum. bring a bottle of it.

so focused was merrick in his wrathful step that he did not immediately hear the boy. and so for a long while aventus kept his cloak of invisibility. shrouded by the rain, the dark witch paused, and in a clap of grey clouds overhead, lightning flashed. a glance back along the sharp jut of his own shoulder revealed the small body that followed.
son of his mate, brother to the red girl.
for a long moment merrick was still, and his mind played a quick image of himself leading the boy over the borders, and leaving him there. no blood. no pain. as merciful as a brute could make it.
he chased the cobwebs of the idea away. "want to go hunting?" 
merrick passed tongue across his jaws, rain running in droplets along his nape as he lowered his head to nudge the child with something akin to encouragement. in the next moment, he cut away from the stone walls that led to easthollow, choosing a path that would carry them out of the rain and into the tangled forest.