Moonspear i'll shoot a hockey puck at your teeth

Even if he had not been the most social creature, his presence would have been known. He marked the borders like everyone else should have and his scent was dotted all over the territory. It was not his fault he only rose when the moon lifted into the sky.

Just like he did tonight. When the darkness cloaked the land, he emerged from a shadowed place. His jaws parted in a large yawn before he made his way to the borders. After a night's sleep, well, he had plenty of piss to mark the borders with. Behemoth would not let it go to waste especially while he was still proving himself to those who lived here.

✴He was hot on the trail of his dark brother when another familiar scent distracted him, and after a few paces Revui chose to veer off course after his friend. He wasn't keen on pursuing any of his duties until his family was pieced back together, but it seemed like he could do nothing from the mountainside and nobody would let him go too far, lest he fall prey to bad luck like the others. So he was left to fend for himself, keep entertained, and not tear anyone's faces off despite really, really wanting to. Revui was not accustomed to loss and he was especially not keen on being cooped up.

When he found Behemoth, they were doing the opposite. No doubt the warrior had been trying to integrate and become one of the family, which would've been easier if Revui had been there to help him. He'd vouched for the wolf and then become distracted by familial drama, but that was no excuse. As he neard, coming up on his friend's flank, he huffed at him to get his attention - his teeth clicking in the air as his jaw set firmly shut. He appeared irritated, but that had become rather commonplace.

He was just about to find somewhere to relieve himself when a huff caught his attention. Normally Behemoth would have been less than thrilled to have company. Alas it was someone he didn't actually mind. He stopped in his tracks and accepted the presence of the younger male. If allowed, he'd aim to bump his side against the boy's.

Up late. Behemoth noted and while someone would have surely chided the boy for being up at such an ungodly hour, Behemoth saw nothing wrong with it. The world could use more night prowlers. Especially ones so capable of greatness.

✴The mountain prince had never been afraid of the dark, or the night. The stars were always there to watch over him. He never seemed bothered by the sunlight nor the moonlight, and likely never noticed the differences between the day and night. He was mission-oriented and right now, having finally accepted that his quest to find Yami would not work out, Revui was feeling the effects of loss. He was a sore loser.

The bump would've usually been recieved well, and maybe reciprocated. Instead Revui lashed out with the snapping of his teeth after feeling the contact of shoulder-on-shoulder. His response was viper-quick, but he missed. He reacted at rather than targeted Behemoth, and then settled thereafter, brooding like a snake coiled for further demonstration.

He raised a curious brow at the boy as he lashed out. It seemed different than when they had first tussled. That this was not challenging somehow. Behemoth briefly gave him distance to mark a tree. It only took a quick moment before he was ready to face whatever the boy was going through head on.

Talk it out or scuffle till you feel better? He questioned smoothly with a gentle tilt of his head. Maybe fighting wouldn't fix whatever was going on in the youth's mind but surely it would release the tension that clung onto him. That and Behemoth had a strong feeling the boy wasn't going to want to talk things out.

Granted he had been proven wrong before. There was no reason it couldn't happen again.

✴All he wanted was for his family to be together; they were meant to live upon the mountain, to rule it, and not to spread themselves so thin across the foothills and through the valley. Something had taken one of his siblings and it was a sharp loss, one that would likely facilitate a change within Revui, and he wasn't so keen on talking about it. Adding to that the fact he couldn't hunt for her the way that Hydra and Lyra had hunted for his older sister, and the uselessness he felt — Revui was an agitated creature, a hungry leviathan that needed to release his stress.

A fight would be the perfect opportunity. No sooner has Behemoth mentioned this, and Revui is already plunging forth, reaching for the black shape of his friend's scruff with his shining teeth. He's learned a little since their last scuffle; Llewellyn has taught him to be careful, to breathe, to pace himself, but at this point he's too infuriated by his failing and does not think. He lashes out and tries to grab at Behemoth without concentrating on his footing, and that is his first mistake — he knows he missed when his teeth chomp on air, hard, and feels the sting in his own jaws from the violence of it.

He can hear the violence in the sharp clack of ivory. Even Behemoth knows that would have stung if it had met his flesh. So he aims to gain an upper hand before the boy can truly damage him with his anger. His own jaws part and he lunges to grab the boy's shoulder. His teeth will not pierce flesh (as long as nothing else comes into play) but he will be forceful.

Yellow eyes narrowed into slits and his tail stands straight with his spine. They will do this right and neither one of them will fight blindly like they did in the lands below Moonspear.

✴He swayed and caught himself before tumbling, but in that time and with his concentration divided, Behemoth gets the jump on him. Revui can't compensate for how close the shadow is to his own body, not in time to avoid anything, and feels the grip of his teeth against the skin of his shoulder. He rounds upon the man hastily and tries to grab at any piece of him he can, snapping wildly as his barely-contained anger rises to the surface again. The better option would be to lunge in to Behemoth's hold, to try and unbalance him, but Revui is himself unbalanced (physically, emotionally) and doesn't think. He reacts, and in the process of twisting to try and land a blow against his opponent he forgets about the game entirely.

The boy was acting even more wild and feral than when they had first met. Which mildly alarmed Behemoth but he had offered the boy a spar and he would take what he was given. Although now that he had teeth in him, he released his grip on the younger male. He wasn't sure if that was a foolish move but it was likely it was. Especially with how feverish he seemed.

He leaned his weight into the other male, fully prepared to bring them both down if neither one of them could keep their footing.

When the dark wolf shifted his weight, intent on making one or both of them fall to the dirt, it was effective. Revui wasn't mindful of his footwork and he was too hot-headed at the moment to follow through with the reasoning Llewellyn had given him - to pause a bit, to think, to rely more on tactics and not to tire himself - and so he went down like a sack of potatos. As he went he snapped at his opponent and whether he was successful or not, the boy's flailing limbs hooked at Behemoth's angular body in an attempt to sweep him along too. He hit the dirt with a loud crunching of the underbrush, and loosed a bark - shouting more or less out of frustration - and kicked out, trying to spin back to his feet before losing too much ground.

Once he finally got to his paws, he looked fervently around for signs of his opponent - but discovered that they had left him to his anger, and Revui loosed a few frustrated grunts when he realized he would not get to expell his rage after all.