Oystercatcher Tide Pools A man with intent on his face

What a boring life to live; to give yet not take. The Bull narrows his amber eyes, stained teeth snapping shut with an audible clap; as if the reaper worked mechanically. He urges the male to listen to the Devil on his shoulder, for taking advantage of such luxuries were of no interest to Reiner. If he wanted to sit lazy on a throne, the old man would have retired a year ago. Or perhaps he would have taken up a stronghold of his own; grown fat and happy with a slew of whelps.

Weak, the Bull rumbles. Muzzle scrunches, both head and tail raise to stand tall; displaying superior height and a dare for the boy to deny his claim.