Moonspear i'll shoot a hockey puck at your teeth

He was just about to find somewhere to relieve himself when a huff caught his attention. Normally Behemoth would have been less than thrilled to have company. Alas it was someone he didn't actually mind. He stopped in his tracks and accepted the presence of the younger male. If allowed, he'd aim to bump his side against the boy's.

Up late. Behemoth noted and while someone would have surely chided the boy for being up at such an ungodly hour, Behemoth saw nothing wrong with it. The world could use more night prowlers. Especially ones so capable of greatness.