Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

what a mouthy little pretty boy. merrick had prepared at least three witticisms to cast back at the man when revui bulled forward to grind the idiot's bones. ursus had never left. those who were maimed had come to the valley for a conflict, and so far as the bearwolf was concerned, were only whining because they had each lost.
he stepped back to allow the apt stone jaws of revui their room, tail waving in a cosign as he saw how both the ashen wolf and toad surged forward to correct the disrespectful nature of the question. why send a child to judge a man, and a dangerous one at that?
revui far outsized the other boy; merrick shifted his one-eyed stare to the spotted pup who flung himself with admirable bravery against the titan, and tittered a laugh as he swept forward to press in solidarity of toad's greenstone eyes, gimlet upon the paler of the strangers. no command was given to end the swelling beginnings of the battle here, for merrick saw only its necessity and was dizzied by a jolt of adrenaline garnered from the reaction of ursus to himself.