Silvertip Mountain thestral

the taste of blood again touched merrick’s tongue — his heart began to pound faster, for in the crying twist of the boy’s body had engendered a deep need for it to go on and on and on and on and 
merrick screamed
a high thin keening that rose into a shriek of boyish confusion and agony as his right eye exploded into a mass of blood and viscous droplets that clung in a tight ooze to his cheek.
the yearling wrenched away from their quarry, stumbling blindly as rage and anguish radiated through his skull in short, knifelike bursts. where was she where was 
”please,” merrick seethed from behind clenched teeth, tears weeping in a thick rivulet of saltwater from his unaffected eye. where had she gone he needed her now please please please 
overcome, a roar rushed in jagged shards from merrick’s throat; he leapt for the last place the boy had been, intending finally to rend the flesh from the bone, rip the small spine from the unyielding ribcage breath rattling in his throat blood pattering to the stone floor.