Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

he gathered himself for a leap, but decided in the next second to watch ulysses burst into activity. singular eye watched with a deep intrigue, a leveling-up of respect, the powerful male bely his own weight in a powerful hunting display. merrick laughed lowly as bloodspray misted the air.
and then it was over, and the silver-eyed warrior was coming toward him. the fresh carcass struck the ground with a low thud.
merrick gazed upon it, tongue tracing his lip, and then glanced slyly to ulysses.
take what it is you desire
drunk upon the submission to his own power, he breathed in the scent of scarlet. "you have something ... there," and in the next moment, if allowed, merrick reached up to clean the taller male's chin with a slow bathing.