A Bear.

Merrick didn't like many things, but he really didn't like bears. That was how he'd gotten the pretty scars on his face. A fighting pit with a bear while on one of his excursions with the ship. He'd been drunk, of course, but he had never liked bears after that. So, when a bear showed up in his path acting all big and bad, well... he had to teach a lesson, now didn't he?

The massive brown bear stood up on hind paws and roared in outrage and Merrick, per usual, roared back. Taking advantage of the bears bipedal stance, the scarred brute rocketed forward, slamming his shoulder into the bears midsection. The ursine tumbled backwards and the giant wolf was upon it, teeth ripping into the fatty flesh of its belly.

"Merrick Mendacium"