Bearclaw Valley you're not to stop me, whatever happens

there was a simmering wordless thing in this man, a pinprick of awareness that lit the primacy of merrick's brain and pooled red within him.
enraptured, then emboldened by the wary lift of earthen hackles.
"well, there are other ways to hold your attention," the boy chuckled, glancing toward the horizon. "maybe blood is more your interest?"  the coywolf pressed, single eye searching this fascinating new addition to the valley.