Bearclaw Valley tamerlane

his huntress directs and he is off, coursing as lightly as he ever could; merrick, believing in the prime of himself, keeping pace with avicus and driving their quarry deeper into the snow.
averna and avicus now, plaguing the leg and flank of the thing; merrick dropping back and cutting to the side opposite of them. 
his raven-queen before them all, at the very horns of it, fearless; the purpleblack flash of pelt and eyes and merrick felt himself flush with a wild love.
solaria and ashlar he hoped now, close. the bearking ran along the shoulder of the animal, leaping to fill its ear with the sound of his thrumming growl, before lunging teeth to snap toward the straining flesh.