A Tiger.

The boy knew what he was doing and took out the legs. Merrick meanwhile continued to rip at the cats neck. Teeth repositioned more than once, biting and tearing with shakes of the brute's great skull. The huge talons that Merrick possessed helped to hold the cat into place. Blood was pouring from the wounds as the canine and feline fought. The tiger knew that it was lost and attempted to curl in on itself, swiping out where it could. It was all too little, too late.

Releasing the tiger, Merrick stepped back, tongue lolling from a bloodied mouth as he stood and watched the tiger die. "Well done, boy," the much older brute complimented.

"Merrick Mendacium"