Duck Lake you claw, you fight, you lose.

Before him was the lake, and had he been in a more stable mood he may have seen the value of it. The absence of his target was frustrating enough, and yet as the beast turned to resume his prowling among the trees, he heard a familiar voice. It was one he thought he had escaped from — and upon hearing it his platinum gaze rolled, landing with a squint on the female figure emerging from the forest. It was not that Betelgeuse did not love his sister — he loved each of his siblings — but he did so from a distance. It was all done his own way, and having her near only embittered him.

Myvish, his voice pealed, resonating like distant thunder; the greeting was terse but not wholly unfriendly, for as he spoke he moved to intercept her, and clipped at the fur of her shoulder with his incisors. wux ehtaha dout idol ekess ve. He should not have sounded so withered by this, yet he could not hold back the irritation of the failed hunt coupled with being paired, once more, with his sister. 

It mattered not that Betelgeuse had convinced her to follow him on their little adventure — this was a fact he chose to ignore for now, ever the petulant child.