Bearclaw Valley bear with me

merrick out <3 great work team go us

finally the brute was driven off, and his corvid queen streaked after him, a proud panther with gimlet purple eyes. he was proud of her, not worried in the least for her safety. @Astara was and always had been a paragon of psychopathic beauty. woe to those who struggled with her.
he therefore had no care for the potential of his blood unfurling into tiny lives within her womb. the thought had never once occurred to merrick. 
cloaked in a gaiety that did not befit the situation, he swung a smiling muzzle to @Evien. the bearwolf nodded. a warmer glance to disconsolate @Ico, and then a slow lingering look upon @Taylor, full of curiosity rather than concern. the man was injured, but he had taken the wound in service of ursus. how now would the spirit reward him?
merrick watched them go, and then turned, laughing beneath his breath as he slid into a quick wolf-trot to eat up the ground beneath he and astara. she would go until she tasted blood or succumbed. he must arrive before the latter, though he would take no hesitance at another, fateful encounter with the maimed stranger.