Moonspear haydays

✴        Around and around they went again until Revui grappled with the rabbit and Charon had the opposite side; before long the tug of war resumed, but this time the boy had less gusto. He let out a few growls and jostled with some thrashing of his neck, but it wasn't as vigorous as before. Finally he let go and turned away, looking around at the surroundings as if the game had never happened, but his tongue lolled out and he idled with his ears turned with lazy interest in his father's wereabouts. It was clear to Revui he couldn't win — but more importantly, he'd begun to overheat and felt a natural inclination to stop.