I don't lion around

The bad thing about being part of a pack was that there were a lot of wolves around. The good part about being part of a pack was that there was always something to kill. So far, he'd killed lions, tigers, bears and other things in between. It never ended and the purple giant didn't mind that one bit.

While navigating around the lake, the sounds of a fight met Merrick's lavender ears and he practically pranced towards the sound. Upon seeing a young wolf attacking a lion, Merrick sighed happily and rushed in to assist. Teeth bit into the hip of the distracted cat, taking a chunk out of its flesh which the brute spat onto the ground. The feline spun with a snarl, swiping out and catching Merrick's shoulder just barely as he backpedaled. It was nothing. Just a scratch. He couldn't help but grin.

"Merrick Mendacium"