To the sharp end of my fangs

Merrick said nothing as he came upon the scene of the brindled woman digging a hole. He knew her. Or knew of her, at least. Not that he spoke to anyone in the pack, really. That was Keelin's job to keep up appearances. He spoke to his sister, his niece and nephew, his mate and that was about it. Still, when he noticed that the woman was apparently digging a pit for a trap, the violet and obsidian man decided to help just for the sake of killing something.

Moving forward, the giant brute's wide, taloned paws cut through the frozen earth much easier than normal paws might. With him there, they would make short work of digging the pit. She should be thanking him, really. Without his power and skill, she would have been scraping at the cold earth for hours. He was a savior, a saint. She was lucky to have him around.

"Merrick Mendacium"