Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

arcturus the savage indeed; as they swarmed their felled companion, arcturus went through every arsenal of attacks he knew -- it went something like this:

bite, nip, bite, growl, bite, nip, lick. obviously a extensive repertoire.

his teeth lacked any compunction, his attacks lacked any force, and after a few nips which were playfully rejoined by gannet's gentle teeth, arcturus settled himself into the fluff of gannet's breast and affectionately licked the omega's face, oblivious to the conversation being held by both adults, or what a 'weasel' was.