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

merrick was intolerant of the tone offered to his blackbird; creamrust hackles flared to life along his narrow shoulders. her return only intensified his thrumming rein. merrick shifted his glance to and fro. she held her prize within lovely jaws; he held his own ready to strike.
needing no further bidding, the coywolf whirled immediately upon the redfurred man, sending the entirety of his scarred sinewy strength behind his attack as teeth flashed for shoulder, neck, throat, ear, any part of their enemy that might be scythed.