Wapun Meadow I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

merrick pursed his lips thoughtfully, but his eyes roved the ripple of muscle in the stranger's body. yes. trade blood for a place. why not. he was clearly a warrior, and those would prove useful in the times to come.
answering the silent edict of their kind, merrick let his companion tank, using his own fierce DPS to track the galloping herds that thundered before him.
the ashen beast was fearless, and the boy found himself buoyed, leaping through an opening between the milling bodies to seize a calf. it kicked out with knobby legs, but he wrestled it to the churned earth, closing sharp jaws upon the back of its neck and eyeing the cow that snorted and began to trot back toward the predator and her wounded child.