Bearclaw Valley hey, have you guys seen my juul?

merrick savored her cry; it tore into his bloodstream as if he had been shot through with an arrow. 
her fangs closed on his left ear and ripped a notch. the bearwolf grunted as blood abruptly trickled, twisting to hit her ribs with his hard shoulder.
his single eye was filled with admiration and pride. now she was absolutely killing it, this princess with a switchblade in her pretty skirts.