Bearclaw Valley And all the good you've done / Will soon get swept away.

two things — first the interloping man did not fight, only shouted loudly. teeth whistled next to his half-bit ear, catching one ragged edge and provoking a line of blood. but he did not care.
astara did not continue with the lash of her own teeth; merrick set his footing and would have dragged the thief forward to get a better look at his throat, had not he seen the inky flash of his lover's ravenglossed fur, the glimmer of something thrown high and higher still.
when his rook lunged away, merrick released the foolish red thing, pinning him beneath the glower of one eye. merrick was not done; his blood was heated with the potential of more death today, and he circled slowly to the left, intending to keep the man here until it was clear his corvid meant to be done with the robber.