Bearclaw Valley Defiant to the end

the scent of revui's blood hung in the air. merrick's muzzle wrinkled at the pair of them; his eye cut to toad, and then to the crimson-smeared giant alongside the pair of them. refocusing upon the leader, he grinned, a feral, malicious gesture riddled with malcontent and threat as he stepped forward.
"if i knew a pack was beating ass, i wouldn't go there, you stupid fuck," merrick cackled, seconds before toad lunged forward to beat the interloper a second time.
in this moment, the bearwolf too surged, aiming his fangs the stranger, ignoring the spotted yearling who still found the need to guard his foolish packmate.