Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

osiris growled over a mouthful of coarse bark, prompting arcturus to mutely smile. soon the boy would bulk up and this game would not be so easy — but arcturus would live in the present, and relish his current advantage.

when he felt the tension on the stick was just right, and osiris’ body heaving against him just so, he released his grip of the tree’s limb — the sudden relinquishment of his prize surely enough to send osiris somersaulting backwards. arcturus could not help the well meaning smirk that dressed his muzzle as he gave up his hold — surely, he would be in for a show.