Lost Creek Hollow you have some like this in your own vault

merrick would have liked to speak more, but the promise of a hunt belonged to the trio of wolves, and swiftly. always pleased to turn the reins of a hunt to another, for the sake of his own observation, the bearwolf grinned toward their companion, and nodded at vesta. here he was still her king, but not his; he would hold back until jolly tambourine had directed the supplicants of the bear.
let them see how this man could draw blood.