Emberwood if he's a king, he's a priest and god too

the little bard, standing worthlessly —
the beast scraped avicus with its vile teeth and merrick felt rage surge inside him. his own jaws twisted harder, tail revolving wildly to keep his balance — ah — the bearking was suffused with wrath, and for the sin of harming his red-girl, he tore muscle in great gouts of scarlet, pausing only to give ashlar a stony look.
he must move; the bruin-choice in ursus must know that all their wolves would come to echo war if they were pressed to it.
mouth a crimson smear; shadow and scarlet bringing death.