Duck Lake we remained locked together

merrick happily followed, pleased to have elicited something from the loyal soldier. "if i had an army, i bet you'd be good at its head," he whispered fiercely, grinning toward the other before focusing on their quarry. 
unsure if he was truly hungry, merrick was nevertheless excited by the prospect of life within his jaws, experiencing the glisten of godlike ecstasy as he closed his teeth and took breath from a living thing.
it was not wolfblood.
but it would be pleasant enough.