A Bear.

The younger brute jumped in, grabbing the side of the bear's throat and taking all of the beasts attention. That was what Merrick needed. The dire bastard launched himself towards the bear, grabbing its throat on the opposite side. Again he thrashed his head back and forth, tearing great rends in fat and muscle. Blood began to pour forth in rivers as both wolves ripped into their quarry. The bear knew that it had lost and was fighting to backpedal and retreat, but it was too late. One or both of the wolves had severed arteries that were pumping thick, rich blood from the bear with each beat of its heart.

Merrick released his hold as his paws began to slip in the puddles of blood. The purple brute was covered in claret and there was a satisfied grin on his features. He stalked forward, following the backtracking bear until its body gave out. The grizzly crashed to the ground, groaned a few times and was dead.

"Merrick Mendacium"