Bearclaw Valley i fancied myself a witch

as fast as merrick thought he was, he did not expect laurel to move so swiftly. a second after her 'don't do it' growl slapped the back of his ears, he was body-smacked to the ground and firmly scruffed. with absolutely no concept of what this looked like, having never experienced it before, merrick's instincts engaged.
a contrite yelp sparked the air; the boy huddled beneath laurel with his tail tightly curled under him, ears cupping his skull and a general desperation clinging to his features.