Moonspear and it has to grow!

He didn't sense the inner panic in her. He had the stick instead, so that was the loudest, most prevailing thought bouncing around in his head until she regrouped and went for him! That sent him darting away wider around her and yipping through clenched teeth.

Game on once more, he had already determined that she outmatched him in brute force, so he didn't try to fight back head-on. She'd easily be able to body him out of the twig if it came down to that, so his next best maneuver was dreadfully simple: run. Jarilo tucked his butt partially beneath himself and began to book it away from his sister, gleefully speeding off in no particular direction.

Until his drag race fun was cut short: Mama was calling for them! OH NO. Knowing better than to delay on getting to where she said he should be, he circled back, going past Galaxy, and headed towards the den at the same zoom. He guessed she would be on the way too, but didn't delay any to find out.