Bearclaw Valley axehandle

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a flicker of black silk, and his corvid was there, slinking and terrible, body readied and waiting. his son was swift; an attack and then a retreat, and merrick's own flanks worked his figure backward, out of the wolverine's swipe.
vesta! beautiful vesta! merrick glittered with delight as the red-naped woman leapt for the creature, fearless and terrible. it croaked and snarled, attempting to rip away from her, and he surged forward, cutting 'round to snap his teeth across the heavy horrid muzzle full of crushing teeth.