Bearclaw Valley let me pay the price for you instead

lmao merrick reacting maturely as usual

merrick was closing in, hungering for fresh blood; revui thundered forth, seemingly from nowhere, to crush his prize and carry it off. the young coywolf drew up, panting, and a scowl twisted his lips when he had caught his breath. "revui." not a stern voice, not one of threat — a statement, and the grey man would interpret it how he might.
the need for the snap of a throat in his own jaws was high; the bobcat would have sufficed, but now he must seek something else for his sport.