Dear little monsters

What was with all of the stupid predators invading Elysium lands? Merrick smelled both the scent of bear and blood on the air and followed it straight away. It was his duty, right? Newly a member of Elysium, but a longtime Mendacium. The oldest Mendacium in the pack, of course. That made him special. His position demanded respect. He liked to make the younger wolves of the pack work while he sat back, but not when it came to killing. No... when it came to killing, he liked to be right in the thick of it.

The bear came into view and Merrick noted just what it was eating. A breeze brought the scent to dark nares and he didn't believe it was a member of the pack, so why were both wolf and bear here? No time to question. Merrick barely saw the woman as he rushed in and latched his teeth into the bears injured leg. The dire bastard whipped his head back and forth, tearing the wound open wider. He could hear the grind of bones as he did so. The bear roared in pain and swung around, swiping out with one big paw, but the brute was no longer there. He was circling the bear, his maw already covered in blood.

"Merrick Mendacium"