Moonspear millenial growth

 
if there was one thing arcturus loved more than food or his siblings, it was the soft embrace of warm sun fanning his pelt. where revui eschewed the golden highlight of day, arcturus welcomed it. at this stage in his life, very few things were as enjoyable as an idyllic nap in the sun.

yet, arcturus had drifted off to sleep, lulled by the scintillating warmth -- and did not notice the retreat of the sun behind darkly scowling clouds. nor did he notice the dull grey of a to-be leviathan, paddling towards him with the hungry intensity of some pelagic predator.

sleep, sweet and kind and familar, was suddenly stolen from him -- and pain, cold and cruel and unfamiliar, clamored into his conscious. with a groggy yelp arcturus bolted upright, jaws blindly reaching for his beseiger.