Moonspear pumpkin eyes

One should always suspect some sort of wrench in the works if these Moonspear wolves were involved, and he should have anticipated there to be some form of test, battle, or game designed to make him work for the prize. The last thing Revui anticipated was this grotesque game of cat-and-mouse to erupt with Hydra's blessing; alas, he had a weakness and she knew how to exploit it. If it meant he didn't have to talk then he was all for it - and tore after the rolling head like it was a life or death gambit.

Revui was bigger now and stronger, yet retained the blundering footwork of a child. He ploughed down the cliffside and carved a path wide enough for his hefty self but the skull bounced, rebounded, and smashed just a lunge ahead of him at every turn. Hydra was forgotten - he was intent on grappling with the bloodied husk before it could be shattered and its glorious innards lost to the crags. Whether or not Revui was successful without seriously damaging himself was another question.

Successful or not, it would certainly be an entertaining show.