Bearclaw Valley bear with me

the man reared back ponderously, a clydesdale of an animal. more heavy words sprang forth, but merrick was no longer hearing them.
the man had committed an unforgivable trespass. 
the nightshade flew forward, followed by fields. merrick's tongue lolled; he glanced up the ridge toward slight little ico, giving a single quick nod of approval before dashing back in with clipping teeth. again he leapt, sailing for the brute's throat.
there was but one way for the cur to save himself, and that was to run — now.