Redtail Rise Beartooth

Tulimaq was of an age where play did not factor in too well. He was a father a few times over, but not an attentive one. His methods were those of conquerors; arriving, taking what was available, fleeing again. He did not know how to rough-house without meaning true harm — although now he was trying.

Tuugak buffeted with his size, snapping his teeth, reaching; Tulimaq parried and shoved with careful consideration between them, reading every moment for negative cues, signs he was going too far, or that the mood had changed. His own antics only grew strained when Tuugak mistakenly got too close to his worsening eye, which might earn a warning sound or a harsher snap of teeth.

They tussled to pass the time.