On the Trail

As the bear ran, Merrick ran after it. Wolves were faster than bears, so it took him but a moment to catch up. The man latched his teeth into the bears backside and thrashed his head back and forth, tearing great rends in the brown pelt. Blood poured into his maw and the bear released a very un-bearlike squeal. It ducked its rump and tore through the trees and bushes as fast as it could. Only then did Merrick stop, watching it flee with a bloody grin.

The brutes tail lashed back and forth almost happily as he turned and rejoined the woman that had been rushing after him. He snorted upon seeing her. "A lot of help you were," he growled, giving his head a shake before moving past her and resuming their trek north. Merrick licked the blood from his chops, but made no move to wipe off the rest. What did he care? If anything, it would be a clear signal for nothing else to fuck with him as he made his way to his sweet sister.

"Merrick Mendacium"