Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

There was no one on his mind but her. He didn't even consider the option that someone might show up, that his children might get here and see this game they were playing, or anyone else; it was only Amekaze, his ultimate prize, the Queen that he deserved, that was swimming through his mind at top speed, ever out of reach and just unable to catch. But he knew that soon there'd be a time he could catch her, and all he could think of was that moment.

She sprang out of the way, as was to be expected, and then moved forward to nip at his ribs and playfully tease him further. He longed to just grab her already, but he knew that this game always took a while, that it would not be so easy. A playful growl bubbled in his throat, one that was laced with the frustration of waiting, that betrayed that he both loved and hated this teasing game.

As she nipped at his side he tried to catch her muzzle midway, hoping to wrap his mouth round it and catch it midway. It was both an act of play and an act that showed his displeasure with waiting, and he swung his front paws through the air to emphasise the play part of his actions while another playful growl bubbled in his throat.