A Lion.

The pair of wolves harried the lion back and forth, back and forth. It fought, but the wound in its spine was taking its toll. The feline began to drag its back end, roaring loudly as it felt the scythe of death swinging ever closer.

The grey boy grabbed a leg and Merrick dove in to sink teeth into the back of the lions skull. Thre big brute swung his head back and forth further damaging the spine and tearing big rips in the lion's neck. The cat groaned and promptly died as something vital was struck. Releasing the dead cat, Merrick chuckled and lapped the blood from his lips. It was a good day.

"Merrick Mendacium"