Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

indra's answer both confused and satisfied merrick. he did not understand how she could know such a thing when she had not spoken to the first wolf, only the second. and yet, she knew when he was lying, each time. it was enough for merrick to trust his mother's proven judgement. "i didn't like him either," he declared in a huff.
"watch!" he demanded in the next moment, bounding a few feet ahead of her, the strange duo forgotten for now. "look!" hiking his hindleg, merrick marked carefully along a tall patch of grass. the last time she had been rather close, he had baptized her in an unncessary font. but this — surely this would make her proud.