yip snarl

What was he doing around the stone steppe? Whatever in the hell he wanted, honestly. The giant marbled brute had caught the scent of some dogs near the Elysium border and, always looking for a fight, intended to teach them a lesson. Long, powerful legs ate the land up at a quick lope and he was quickly on their tails.

Drawing closer to the dogs, Merrick noted a wolf further up, growling at the dogs. That didn't mean much to the purple man. He was here with a purpose and he would fulfill it. As the dogs were distracted by the woman, the dire brute came up behind them, launching himself at the largest of the dogs and sinking his teeth into the back of its neck. The rest of the mutts scattered for a moment, but quickly regrouped and began coming back. The one between his jaws yelped and tried to break free, but the man had a damn good hold on it and wasn't ready to let go just yet.

"Merrick Mendacium"