Moonspear keep this fire burning brighter

✴        The boy was larger, faster, better, but in some ways his growth was limited to his physicality and not his mental development; perhaps he was destined to be one of those wolves who never spoke, who communicated through more bestial efforts, but it would take some time before such habits would solidify. Unlike his siblings, Revui had remained a quiet creature. He lurked, only making a sound during play or when he was devouring his meals — while he should've been quite a chatterbox by now, he was anything but.

To say he was adventurous was an understatement as well. Despite his silence, he was a rambunctious child. He was far too rough with his siblings, and found that only Arcturus had the patience for him most of the time — but even that acceptance wore thin, sometimes. Revui had gotten a good look at the dark shape outside of the rendezvous, and he saw the bone catch the light as Lyra worked at it. Tired of harassing his siblings, Revui decided that he wanted the bone.

He wanted it really badly.

So, without any warning, he bolted straight for Lyra; the intent to leap over her lounging figure and snag that toy was clear, but the boy's body was far from developed for such a tactic. He exited the rendezvous and made to leap over her, but his oversized front paws caught upon her ribs, and the next thing anyone knew — Revui was going face-first over her back and flipping, crashing, sprawling across her, the wind more or less knocked out of his lungs.