Moonspear safe in the steep cliffs

They were upon him in moments, little needle-sharp teeth biting at anything they could reach. Little paws scrabbled at his side, and Aesop helped push the girl up with his leg, the action cleverly disguised as a paroxysm of pain. All the while he moaned and groaned, his fake death exagerrated for the sake of the game, though each wince of pain was real. They did not seem to know moderation yet.

Charon joined in, though he was mercifully gentle, though Aesop was not very pleased with having his tail in another guy's mouth. With a final, drawn out groan, he slumped, relaxing every limb as he played dead. As a final detail, his tongue lolled out onto the dirt. Mmm dirt.