Bearclaw Valley dream-land

a strident baby scream, cutting at his eardrums. merrick's tattered auds clapped back against his skull; he grimaced as the child wailed and struggled closer. despite himself, the boy's senses were awash with the identity of a suddenly formed being, one that he was forced to recognize as daughter.
a girl. merrick had no conception of gender-based inequality; his rook remained just as savage as he. therefore he overlooked the fact that this child was female; she would be the same as the other in the eyes of the bearwolf.
"shh," he hissed, nudging her with a sharp poke.