Don't Tell Anyone About This...

The mountain was craggy and dangerous. The various rocks littered about had obviously fallen from high up. The higher up he went, the more rocks lay about. Hopefully he wouldn't be the next thing falling down the mountainside. With a grumble and a growl, the big brute continued up. It was getting slowly darker and darker. Soon, the terrain would be too dangerous to traverse, but for now, he'd continue. If he could whip a cat off of a cliff, all of this garbage would have been worth it. Maybe he'd even skin it. Bring a little present home for himself. Or for someone else. Who knew?

Up, up, up he went, taking the curving pathways that cut up to rocky mountainside.  It was only when two paths converged that  he came upon a second wolf. The younger male questioned him and Merrick nodded.  "I've been following a wolf killer," he informed the other wolf. "It joined another once it hit the mountain." The brutes tail lashed back and forth in obvious irritation. "I'm going to kill it." With that being said, Merrick continued his way up the mountain, wide paws allowing him to grasp onto the tricky, pebbly path.

Nose quivering, the marbled giant scented the air again. The acrid stench of feline met his nose and the man flashed his teeth in disgust. Cats smelled so horrible...  Merrick stopped in his tracks as a few low, rumbling calls echoed off of the rocks and crags. It was so difficult to tell where the sound was coming from. The sounds bounced, making it seem as though it was coming from all directions. Blue and red eyes scanned the area, making sure that nothing was coming his way. The only living thing that he saw was the younger brute, but not for long.

Careening down the mountainside came a huge, stripy form. Merrick steeled himself for impact, but the feline's paws slipped and it slid on by, heading straight for the younger wolf. The purple giant blinked and almost turned to help the boy, but it was a good thing that he didn't. A second tiger came flying down the stone path, snarling and swiping at Merrick. The wolf leaped to the side, but not by much. Any more and he would have fallen right off of the mountainside. With a snarl, hind paws planted on the stone and he rocketed forward, jaws wide. He caught a mouth full of fur as he bit into the side of the tiger's head, but claws caught him in the shoulder and chest in return. The man yelped and skittered to the side again. He could taste the blood of the cat in his mouth, so he knew that he'd done at least a little damage to it.

As if things couldn't get worse, a third tiger came down the mountain, though this one was smaller than the other two. Bloody hell... Had they stumbled upon a nest of the fucking things? It was too much for two wolves to deal with, even though both he and the other male were both giants. Merrick turned tail and went booking back down the mountain. "Run, boy!" He snarled as he tucked tail and ran. "And don't tell anyone about this." He had a reputation to uphold. Fleeing from some fucking kittens... it wouldn't do anything positive for his image. At least he'd still have his skin attached to his body. He could live another day instead of being eaten and shat out by a cat. As long as this boy didn't say anything, he'd be fine. Once he hit the bottom of the mountain, he ran in the opposite direction from the other wolf. That way they wouldn't have to exchange pleasantries. Problem solved.

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"Merrick Mendacium"