Moonspear survival of the richest

@Aries

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she worked her gums around a weathered old log that had become a favoured prize, that felt good against the earliest of her loose teeth. In silent contemplation did she move from peaceful gumming to emitting now and again small growls, and chomping harder on the stick. Her tail twitched behind her as an odd feeling took hold of her, urging her to attack the stick with renewed fury, until the obsidian girl attacked the stick with great vigour. a fever took hold of her as she attacked the limp stick time and time again, until she darted up from the activity with murky blue-green gaze and searched the clearing for something more exciting to attack. 

on a whim, she decided that brother ought to be fun to attack. she crashed toward the den, to peer inside, and if he were not within, to seek him out and; as soon as she had found him, to chomp her fangs around his worm of a tail (or at least, try to).