Bearclaw Valley a chalice of pastel blood

Merrick gave the command.
Earp moved to execute it in random with the Bruin-witch.
They flanked the fox, and before it knew what was happening to its poor soul, it was ensnared.

They'd been so quiet. So perfectly timed.
Earp came up upon it's rear, snatching out a leg from under it. Merrick would likely fo for the kill. Or perhaps he'd like to have some fun with the creature.

Perhaps they'd rip it in two in a brutal game of tug of war, with their rope being a screaming catch that begged for mercy.
He looked up then to watch what Merrick decided.