Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

the flash of sunlight was captured by crystals; the sheen of it covered merrick's mad ducking to the next ledge, even as the man charged forward. he was dark, scarred, powerful; the sight of him fired the yearling's blood, for he resembled the young sacrifice. what dumb luck to have stumbled into a cavern with he who was perhaps the very sire of the boy he had thrown to his death.
aware that his own might come this very hour at the teeth of the avenging demon, merrick was silent, motionless, scarcely breathing. he dared not move again, but a maddened grin exposed his teeth to the moistened air.
"it won't bring him back now, will it?" came the low curl of his malevolence, arcing out in a daggertone designed to stab into the heart of this hapless predator hunting him in a bloodstained cave.