Moonspear 起死回生

Not met with any resistance, he sent that focus into keeping it all reined in while a prowl was still the name of the game. He did not have the finesse to keep his tensions completely unseen--definitely not yet, but his foundations were there, and building up by the day. While his body stilled, mostly, he still spoke his volumes, loudly--in his furs and the muscles taut below them and the dart to his navy eyes--of anticipation and a carefully drawn eagerness that was waiting and waiting and waiting for the next step to grasp for, which when she moved to make it so, he was honed in.

Chase. Yes! He bolted forward, absolutely no hesitation to follow that particular command, and here was one he had done a lot of in playing with his siblings to help prepare him. Quickly, surging off his hind-paws, he gained his speed and kept locked on the dangling meats. Now he had something a little more tangible to go on, so it all came easily.

But his mother was strong, fast, and she outsized him still--distance was easy to gain with all of this in her favor, and just like any hunt, there was more to it than just some straight, simple route. Thankfully Antares was tenacious, and though silent in the snarl he drew back his lips with, he liked this part as he pursued intently after her quarry like he would one day after real game. Readied all to twist, turn, and dart, he was teeth first after the prey she taunted for today's lesson in life.