Merrick moved along after finishing his meal, barely leaving anything behind for other scavengers, he didn’t have any reason to leave them any. They’ve stolen food from him many times before, so rather, he’d like to watch them suffer on their own. His tail swished slow behind him as he padded through the underbrush, exiting it cautiously as he looked out for any potential threats. He licked some blood off of his chomps, continuing on for another meal. Two in one day would be quite the treat, knowing that the likeliness of it was quite low. There was a palace nearby, they alway stole the game to fill up those own bellies. They didn’t care about anyone else, it was all about them and no one else. ’Rich snobs..’ he thought with a low growl, making a few nearby birds suddenly fly into the air.
He continued on, not even attempting to try to catch on of the birds, last time he almost broke his leg from trying to jump up and grab a few. He continued on, searching for the clearing he often checked for deer. Although it barely ever had any, it could be a lucky day and he may be able to chase one down. When he finally found said clearing, he crouched down and began to stalk through the brush. It was a lucky day. A herd of about eight deer was gathered near the edge of the clearing, including a single buck. He knew he had his target. He continued to stalk there deer, staying downwind and out of sight until he was a few meters away. Then, he lunged. Instantly locking his gaze on the buck and unsheathing his claws, baring his fangs with a loud roar.