Duck Lake you claw, you fight, you lose.

He breathed slowly, rhythmically, but conceded. We will find him, the beast confirms, his words still accented by their mother tongue though he lapses to the strange otherness used by the foreigners here. Whether she hunts now or later it matters not, only that the creature be fed before his temper becomes too great to handle. With his sister at his side once more Betelgeuse knows things will be easier — he trusts in her implicitly, believes that she will not let him down in any manner, so great is the bond of their blood — but it is the fact he must lean on her to survive that irks him so.

Come, Lightbone. They would roam together now, and in time they would find their brother. He wasn't sure if he would stick around beyond that moment though. There were many thoughts that populated Betelgeuse's primitive mind and none was more prominent than his desire to meet his brother in combat. Whether that was for training or for something more permanent would be figured out later. With a rumble Betelgeuse burrowed his snout in to his sister's scruff, breathed her in, and with a messy nip he bestowed a rare kiss; then, he withdrew and began to march.