Moonspear there upon your perch, say the words

the demon that cast its pall across the mouth of arcturus' stony nursery seemed to move, and witless, arcturus watched as his littermate charged blindly towards certain doom.

a sense of territorial protectiveness overcame the small child, who, insistent his brother not be harmed, placed both paws across his mother's barrel, hoisted his chunky form upright, and loudly voiced his concern over revui's well being by a series of high pitched and clamant yowls meant to inform the 'intruder' he best leave his brother unscathed.