On the Trail

Merrick was irritated, but it wasn't particularly at Keelin. She was simply an easy outlet for that irritation. Snapping at her made him feel better. It made him feel powerful. The woman was at his mercy and she deserved the reminder that this was the case. She was weak. She was lesser. She should have been on her knees, kissing his paws for taking care of her. He didn't have to bring her with him, but he had out of the goodness of his heart. Okay... even he had to laugh at the lie in that last bit.

The amaranthine brute's mental musings were cut short as a big brown bear put itself in their path. The pair of wolves stopped on reflex and the man's dual-toned eyes narrowed, his lip pulling back in a sneer. The ursine roared at them and Merrick's ears pulled back just enough to protect his sensitive eardrums. The man's thick pelt bristled and he took a step towards the bear, eyes going wide as he released a roar of his own just to be a dick. The bear flinched in surprise and stood there hesitantly for a moment. That hesitation was all that the Mendacium man needed. Merrick launched himself at the bear, sinking teeth into its brown muzzle before giving it a shake. Flesh tore between his jaws from the force of the bite and the force of the bear pulling back in shock and pain. The tri-colored brute bristled again, snarling with his tail curled up over his spine to make himself look larger. The bear was angry, but it was still unsure of the situation, so it simply swiped out at the wolf, which Merrick easily avoided as it had been delivered half heartedly. The bear was still deciding whether or not to fight, but Merrick was going to make the decision for it.

"Merrick Mendacium"