Moonspear cymylau

He glances over his shoulder at the bark. It is the burly gray child, full of energy. And an invitation for Llewellyn as well, to play. A boyish game, most likely wrestling, or perhaps a small hunt. A half-smile lifts his lips as he turns completely and trots toward him, gilded pelt billowing in the breeze. He bows low, stretching, bringing his gaze level with Revui's.

"Try and get me on my back," he rumbles, issuing a challenge. He keeps his paws light and nimble as he rises once more, dancing from toe to toe--yet he knows that not enough weight on the ground will allow the boy to knock him over completely. He waits for the challenge to be answered, eyes dancing with blue fire as he stares down at the pup. "If you expose my belly, the fight is yours to win."

But he knew that, of course--weren't all wolf children taught that?