Bearclaw Valley it's whatever you say it is

good cop. bad cop. two completely insane cops walk into an interrogation room.
merrick nodded warmly, sagely. "i'll tell you one right now," he sighed, settling himself down upon dark haunches some feet away.
"once upon a time, there was a boy. this boy had no father, and his mother left him when he was young. just because she wanted to," merrick embellished. indra's name need not be upheld now, nor that of tadec. "then his sister left him. he was sad. and he ran away." a low, carefully practiced melancholy rushed into his features. 
"he came home, but not until he made himself ... free. do you want to know how he did that?" the coywolf asked affably, one eye glowing with the scales of the inner creeping thing.