Moonspear in the still of the night

Past experience made him keep a closer watch on his older sister's motions. She could slid seamlessly into offense without warning. He'd seen it happen more than once, but also she could lurk menacingly without even doing anything. The boy had learned about some of what she could deliver. His littermate, he knew, equaled him more closely.

When he got the sense of where this was going, his posture changed and his long legs glided into motion with a new purpose striding each step on. He arced his tail and neck, challenging her to come for his defenses with a haughty swagger. Jarilo was practiced in the way of offense. Everyone who had weathered his teeth since the moment he had them knew about that, so lately lessons were more about his fortification instead of how hard and fast he could hit. "Bring it on!" he snarled, raising a razored set of hackles at his sister. Sensing that Hydra had backed off, he now zeroed in on Vela's blue eyes.