Moonspear for the life i took from you, my king

arcturus took to this new game with delightful gusto, his dark form bracing taut against his larger sister. her growls, deep and perfunctory and clear, were imitated -- sadly, his voice had yet to mature, and all that sprung from his rumbling throats were pale imitations of the original sound - squeaky, high pitched, and off-tune.

for a moment there was give in the hide, as if he were winning. hah! arcturus' eyes lit up and he issued a victorious growl, readying himself for his imminently expected victory. he wormed back and forth, shaking his head with what he imagined was positively tremendous force -- and perhaps mulishly, he dug deep of his reserves and tugged left in the hopes to loosen the hide from his indomitable sister's teeth.