Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

He was heaved off the male finally, his jaw releasing its grasp. A smirk plastered across his face despite the pain in his stomach. It was no longer just hunger that fueled him on. A deep bark escaped him as he charged but seemed to graze right past the sunshine male's side and so he circled right back around. The message was clear that Behemoth was not giving up.

At least not until the too-brightly-colored male finally left him alone. Hopefully with the grouse.