Bearly a problem

The kid turned his attention to Merrick and complimented him. The great brute chuckled. Yeah, he was pretty great, wasn't he? The boy gave his name and the purple brute nodded, his haunches folding as he sat. "Merrick Mendacium," he replied in kind. "You did well," he complimented, since it was honestly due. He hadn't worried about the boy for a minute.

The conversation shifted from introductions to Merrick's reasoning behind helping out. "Killing is an enjoyable sport," the brute responded in deep, gritty tones. "It reminds you that you're alive." He liked killing. Always had. Probably always would. "And you, boy?" He motioned to Chade with a push of his muzzle. "You seemed to have it out for that bear. Why is that?" Nosy? Yes. Did he care? No.

"Merrick Mendacium"