Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

"because i could help you find it," merrick chirped back, a sardonic edge to his voice. single eye smouldered in its smudged socket, and then he stood back. "this is my land," he told the pretty interloper. all of it was, and this particular meadow he had deemed the extended hunting grounds of ursus.
"so i'm gonna ask you again," he murmured in a warm tone, taking another small step forward as ragged ears flicked to their full height and jaws parted in a glasgow grin, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
merrick wasn't about to be disrespected in his own dojo; he was still drunk with the bloodstains of santiago, ready to draw more living fluid from even this angelic boy.