Moonspear making the rounds

Pyx too wasn't exactly sure how they had managed to go from a simple conversation to rolling around like pups, but she didn't mind the change. Though she was awkward at times and rambled on occasion all the time, she was a playful soul. She enjoyed the simple things in life, a game of chase or even wrestling. She'd never been very good at the latter, though, and typically found herself in the losing position, or pinned. Her brothers had always won, so it wasn't a new feeling. She'd found her own joy in it and didn't mind.

Charon loomed over her and began to shout, demanding she declare that stars were the coolest. She squealed, struggling still, defiant at first. "Never!" She cried, aiming swiping paws at his nose. And then he mentioned drooling. The gleam in his eyes told her that he would do it. She flailed at him and wiggling under him violently again, hoping to gain freedom, her eyes warily eyeing his mouth.