Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

Merrick came next. Toad shot him a green glance; the cyclops' tongue hung from his mouth as he watched on like a creeper to some private show, delighted by what went on. The stone giant met Valour; they tumbled to the ground together, and Toad's face cracked into the slightest of smirks, satisfied with the man. Initially he had thought him something of a blockhead, empty-brained and all brawn- but each day he found Revui more compelling. An unstoppable beast who was little swayed by emotion. Toad wished sometimes to be more like him... if only he was taller, or mightier... 

He snapped back to the present. The agouti boy wished to speak with Merrick- meanwhile Evien complained as always, standing out as the only one who was not united in their front. Toad rolled his eyes. His feelings for Evien had faded as quickly as they'd come- the boy was pretty, but fucking annoying, and didn't seem to be on the same page with the rest of Ursus. He made the pack look like a joke in front of the enemy in Toad's eyes. 

Toad didn't care if the guy came here to talk. And frankly he was getting tired of holding back and waiting for Merrick- but considering the way the man watched with glee as Revui barrelled into Valour, Toad could only figure that he didn't have a huge issue with the senseless violence. Toad was beginning to crave it, and so as another came forward, a spotted little joke of a thing, Toad eyed him hungrily. If they were just here to talk, they didn't need backup. But bringing along numbers meant more could be lurking, and the fur pricked along Toad's spine as he began to prowl slowly towards Clarence, muscles rippling under his coat, a warning that meant stay the fuck back.