Hideaway Strath to gaze upon you everyday but be denied your touch

i'll have you know i am so reluctant to finish this out because it's their last!

If Roarke is the Lion, Ceallach is the Dragon, smoke and fire deep in him promising his hidden strengths and the victories to come. Between them they are both powerhouses, strength and cunning and mastery of different realms; no doubt they would raze entire packs to the ground. Ceallach feels as though he is flying as he launches at his brother, eyes wide and maw open for his teeth to find whatever flesh they could. For a moment, he is victor, and Roarke is beneath him against the ground. Victory is not sweet though and is all too fleeting as his brother kicks and flails at him with his backlegs. Ceallach wasn't anticipating the move, easily pushed off despite his bulk and squabbles against the ground to try and get his feet again before Roarke can attack him while he is exposed.