Moonspear maybe in time

The moment his teeth found purchase, he had reared up to fell the giant beast known as Atlas. Triumph was written across his features as he clambered atop him, pulling fiercely at what little give his brother’s skin would give him. He spared no immediate words for him, only growls and bites that were more annoyance than painful. Fortune may have favored Atlas for that—his siblings would do their fair share of teething soon, and those shark-toothed attempts at testing and causing pain were at a minimum for now.

“Nuh-uh!” He protested through a mouthful of fur; he wasn’t that far away from where he should have been. Another tug for a pretend pound of flesh, this time his jaws moving to scruff the staggered, prone sibling. He knew Atlas could have easily pushed him away with a simple swing of his arm and in fact, Altair almost welcomed it from the advantageous spot he thought he had.

He tugged harder.