Moonspear She's got eyes of the bluest skies

noticing the possessive touch of the bone, terance raised an eyebrow, smirking with amusement. "what, not here bearing gifts?" he teased, but it was all in good fun, terance didn't feel much like eating today anyway. 

"i think you're right," he added, sort of joking but also completely seriously. wraen wasn't built like dante and him were, she was built much smaller and sweeter, more like a hug-ya-to-death kind of frame-- at least, terance always thought. he also never wanted to see his sister in a fight, the risks were too high, and he'd rather her be called a coward-- safe and in his arms-- than dead somewhere trying to prove herself. the thought sent his stomach into tangles. "i prefer fighting, though," he added for good measure, pushing his thoughts from his mind, his tail waving as he now tried to picture himself sprinting full speed from a fight. it was a funny mental picture, for sure.