Stone Circle he is without a heart

the white wolf, biding her time. merrick's features contorted as the murdering boy leapt forward to protect her. he was so young to have killed anything, but had not the coywolf slain by this age? his balebird snapping forward in a rush of black silk, collecting her pound of flesh in the efforts between light and darkness entwined.
toad, hungry now, prowling forward with his eyes fixed on the boy. and donovan, sidling, tiger-striped and awaiting his own bite.
torn a moment, ultimately merrick jerked his muzzle toward the yearling who had taken rosina's life.
he would watch as they were coursed down upon, and then his own teeth snapped for the dovewhite hind-leg of the girl who had run her mouth for far too long, seeking to hobble and hold her,
like the burrowing rat-thing he had once pinned for avicus.