Moonspear snap crackle pop

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Precariousness pinned the wolf in place, audits falling back and tail wagging beneath the Epsilon. Did he think this, too, was a farce? Annoyed by Luke's perceptiveness, Kapvik bit down harder with an infuriated growl. Not enough to draw blood but enough to inflict pain. Luke would know of his erroneous roughhousing. This? This might not be the appropriate way to show him. This was too intense in a short span of time.
INDENTRelinquishing his hold on Ser Bluenose's muzzle, Kapvik began running his tongue over the indentations left behind by his fangs. Smoothing out the fur there, he stopped, eyes fastening onto Luke's quicksilver orbs. I apologize for snapping, but you hurt me. The words were there in his substantive stare, not wanting to break the leaden silence that weighed on them now. Sometimes words were not necessary. They were wolves, after all. They spoke more through movement and body language than through spoken verse.
INDENTThe rib bone lay off to the side, forgotten.