Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

survival meant the ability to continue his movement; merrick had no intention of being seized by who he presumed was the angered father. the lanterns of his stare glowed as the great cur began to approach again; they winked out as merrick narrowed his eyes and sought a deeper niche. he was untouched by the scathing words; he had prevailed, had taken the boy, had tormented him, had killed him
yes yes yes
merrick alone had emerged victorious, and taunted the other male with an answering spate of ribald laughter. "a coward let his baby fall into my teeth," he crooned. "i threw him on the rocks." a shuddering sigh arched in his throat, brought a low moan to his lips yes yes
he had done
that.