Silvertip Mountain warm wine

high alert and higher violence; merrick lifted his head slowly and regarded the stranger with an expression of unbridled bloodlust shining from the single eye.
a beautiful creature to be sure, though the bearwolf found himself to be thinking only of how he might sully rr pretty throat with crimson;
"do we have new neighbors already?" he purled low in his throat, stepping forward to tighten the inches of space between he and she.