Bearclaw Valley come up to the clouds my lamb

the great fucking animal swerved aside, pounding off into the brush. merrick stared with angry helplessness after it, vibrating; a single step followed and then he collected himself, whirling back upon the pair of pebbles that had impeded his hunt.
teeth aching momentarily to end one of them in warning, merrick reined himself sharply, a battle-horse in the churned dust of a warfield. ensuring himself that the tossed boy still breathed, he glared between the pair. "never do that again. you could have died."