Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

as arcturus' shadow slipped along the ground, the fawn winced -- and rightly so, for the dark-furred boy was not gentle with his inspection of her. roughly he nudged the soft curve of her belly, scenting the mixed bouquet of flesh and blood that sprung from her slick hide.

a sound gave him pause and he looked up; revui had changed course, and with a barbaric earnest had dived into the helpless doe. the sight of sinew parting from flesh, bright blood welting to the surface -- all of it was innately desensitized to the boy, who forgetting the fawn and remembering his hunger lurked towards his feasting brother.

he would have to wait; though hungrily he circled the felled creature and her assailant, his blackened back raised and head low as he encircled in a narrowing drift around them.