Moonspear spiky seeds

✴        The boy tossed his mother a look of great respect as she got close, and snapped his teeth at her in a playful manner when she grasped at his shoulder; his retaliation met air and his teeth clicked. She was quick. Much faster than Hydra, but moving with the same sort of skill. It was an innate quality to the women of their line, apparently — fleet, powerful, impressive. He was fit to bursting with love (or something like love) for his parental figures and found himself trailing after Amekaze without thinking, eager to play a game.

She circled the bloodied mess of meat, and he knew exactly what she was goading him in to. It was just like all the other games he'd played — Charon had started a tug-of-war, Lyra had played keep-away, and now his mother was adamant on perfecting similar skills. Perhaps one day he would be as quick and as powerful as Amekaze.

His steps were as quick as he could make them as he dove in, aiming straight at the dead thing with the intent to scoop it up in his teeth and canter off with it; however, he was still a gawky creature. His long limbs and too-big paws hindered his speed, and when he snapped at the target he found there was nothing there — but where had it gone?