Phoenix Maplewood tryst

merrick stared down in satisfaction at the paws now stained red. like donovan's had been, he noted contentedly to himself. the rain rushed, watering the berry-juice into thin crimson rivulets, and he looked up to see a thin, lanky boy, on the move toward him. the longer merrick remained rooted, the closer the figure grew, until he beheld the young features and dirtied pelt of the hungry-looking urchin.
"come for a snack?" the coywolf teased, eye lighting and teeth aglow in a teasing, cruel grin. he stepped aside, waved his plume at the berries he had stomped into blood-purple mud.
"help yourself."