Wapun Meadow garrote

merrick did not register the tiger at first; his lip lifted and then his gaze, tearing from astara's striding confidence to the rain-kissed man before him. "donovan." voice a twisted grit. he jerked his chin toward the blackbird, carrying the witch off as if she were a mantis.
"easthollow killed one of our own." saying the name as if his rugged lover knew what it meant — he took a step after the raven, and then another. devilsmoke in that single eye. "we're going to have a little talk."