Moonspear don't need caution, you're gonna find out; in this lifetime, only upsides now

His solitude persisted not more than just a few minutes beyond—he heard the footfalls long associated with his ebon-cloaked wife, knew the steady tempo she beat against the cold earth perhaps better than most would. Her spirited approach did not immediately stir him from the moment he presently existed in; an ear turned nonchalant towards her, his tail swished once or twice.

It wasn't until she made to grab him in passing that he felt himself come alive through reactive instinct—he needn't be told twice. Then he was after her, a smirk placed upon his features until he reached for her tail that was so swiftly out of his grasp. She could play the fiend all she wanted to, but that his more his role than hers to carry. It was familiar, this song and dance, and he knew just how to steer her, how to guide her towards the inevitable end.