Wapun Meadow rosewater & bloodstains

his son drew first blood. merrick knew in the boy was a great core that had been filled with bloodshed. he had seen his mother rip the throat from another. both had been bathed in scarlet at their coronation. as much as he had sought to hone aventus, he had succeeded. 
this would be proven again.
merrick flushed a nest of fieldmice and came down upon them as his father's namesake: sharp coyote-blood muzzle darting here and there, snapping limbs and tails and splattering the snow with blood from both live flesh and dead.
ursus lived on.
inside his heart, the bearwitch shouted a thousand prayers.