Wapun Meadow rosewater & bloodstains

He flexed his paws on the ground, watching hawk-like how the coyote wheeled and was slammed by his sire. The shriek curled into his ears and struck deep into his bones, awakening a little of that persistent fear that always clung to him in Merrick's presence. Suppressed, now, by the worshipful desire to please, but still very much there.

Shaking it off, the boy drove forward to cut off the coyote's escape. The scent of blood was on the wind, a splash on the ground, and a red tear in the coyote's hide drew his eye. A cacophany of yips followed as father and son tore the smaller beast to shreds.

When it was over, Aventus stood panting, painted crimson and feeling something new and unpleasant in a lower part of his body. He gave one hind leg a shake. His wish to spill blood was satisfied, but he first glanced at his father for leave to return to Ursus.