Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

he got to see now the way that the other flowed toward him like oil upon water, how the greater beast tracked after him with a proud gait. merrick fell back at once, so that they could walk together, and grinned with all his scarred face and well-honed teeth at this new companion.
"you're a catch," he struck out, completely unashamed of his aggressive interest. merrick had no reason to simper or whine or tiptoe about when he felt such things. ursus fed this; the very spirit of the bearwolf's pack were varying levels of male companionship.
"have you decided what you came for?" he asked after a moment, shifting his single eye forward as he matched the gait of the other's broad, powerful paws.