Moonspear lofticries

Pyx watched Lyra approach the antler and kept a smile on her face. Lyra's question made her smile wider, she enjoyed wolves who questioned the world. She was always wondering things herself, always asking questions and musing on things. She enjoyed it especially when she had an answer to give, or, of course, if it had to do with herbology and healing.

"They don't have fangs or claws like we do. They have antlers on their heads and hooves, very hard and pointy paws. They use both of those to protect themselves and to fight each other. Hooves are actually very good for chewing too." Pyx nodded her encouragement at Lyra. "When they want to fight they lower their heads like this," she lowered her head so that the top faced at Lyra. "And then they run at each other or whatever their trying to fight." She moved her head forward slowly, intending to bump Lyra's head gently with her own to illustrate if the girl would let her. Either way, she'd pull back with a grin. "And BUMP! They hit them with their antlers. Not very sophisticated, is it?"