Swiftcurrent Creek but anything is preferable to the pain

here it was, the anger of his son. merrick felt the pull in his flesh, the puncture of the bruin--jaw's teeth. he laughed loudly, mockingly, a father allowing his spawn to at last topple him.
merrick struck the earth and lay there fondly, his single eye searching for aventus.
"when you are angry, you will misstep with beasts far larger than us both," he instructed, tongue lolling.
along his skin, a welling bite.
the coywolf was pleased, flanks lifting and falling as he sought his son's stare.