Totoka River The Pig God

merrick glanced up with muzzy gaze as astara stood over him, his eyes weakly traveling to the brute as the muscled wolf turned and fled them. why she had attacked a wolf much larger than the pair of them ceased swiftly to matter to merrick; his eyes darkened, and as he gasped for the air around them, a crystalline lust began to char his soul.
what would the man sound like if merrick could pull back the skin from his muscles, expose the white fat beyond?
slowly, the coywolf staggered to his paws, and swayed against the shadow, facing in the direction that the man had gone. one stiff step, then another; oh what a foul thing, to have for an enemy the emboldened frost of merrick's soul.