Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

the metallic rush of it; merrick was pierced, honed into an immediate blade. surya hesitated, a moment, the madwolf felt, or perhaps he was only sailing in too great an arc —
the boy's skull came for him, and merrick allowed the collision, grunt twisting into a growl as he came down savagely toward the unprotected ears and nape, meaning to grasp and puncture, if surya did not correct.