Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul

Pity. It was all he felt for a time, as he watched the broken creature laid on the alter before him. What had happened to him, he wondered. Who had brought harm to him, and for what reason?

Venamis blinked. He wanted to believe he deserved it, that the three-legged youth had first brought harm to someone stronger. The spider had several names on his hit list, wolves who'd wronged him, and as Merrick made a dark request of him, his initial reaction was to say no.

But he did not back away, not even as the stranger managed to find enough energy to scramble to what paws he had left. Ven pricked his obsidian ears forward briefly before they smoothed back again and, with one last look in his mentor's direction, he stepped forward.

Midar.

A low rumble.

The bitch from the mountains.

Lips peeled back to reveal pristine fangs.

Maegi.

Damn them all to oblivion!

Father.

He was driven then, fueled by a fury that he'd tried hard to bury deep within him, and his jaws parted as he rushed in with slavering jaws parted - seeking to sink his teeth firmly to whatever part of the stranger that he could source.