Wapun Meadow survival of the fittest

the lovely boy was joined by a behemoth of a man, but merrick remembered the dark hunter who had come to avenge his son.
he had killed that man — through luck, of course, and it was not something the boy counted a true success. but he had done it all the same, and since then had felt absolved of any fear toward brutes larger than he. he stared between the pair of them, arching a brow as evien recounted their misdeeds.
the bearwolf, still stippled in the blood of the last hulking beast who had challenged him.
merrick said nothing, only remained as he was. there was little need for a tangle — so long as they left. ursus was at his back, and he would not step down from defending that which was his.
as always, with no thought for those around him; selfish, prancing madman.