Bearclaw Valley bear with me

merrick wanted to kill.
ico shouted, and then evien. the coywolf turned the blaze of his eye upon the latter, then looked to bleeding fields. knifing his plume through the air in a command to stop, merrick darted for the brute himself, swinging sharp hip against jawline in an effort to knock him away from astara.
until his fierce blackbird was freed, there would be no quarter, but the medic could not be injured. he kept himself between they and the struggle, snarls rippling through the air.
the stranger had only himself to blame, and it was a lesson merrick knew would not soon be forgotten.