Moonspear for the life i took from you, my king

arcturus continued his ddisastrously messy approach, gallumphing towards his sister with mud and water wringing behind him. he was already preparing for the collision, a little sneer of triumph on his face -- only to have his expression crumple as hydra neatly and deftly avoided him.

arcturus stood a moment, positively bewildered by the disconcerting act of being in one place one moment, and in another place a second after. whatever ruminations he had over this blatant sorcery was upended as hydra sent a cheeky nip to his quarters.

his little ears pinned and he turned around, fixing her with a dark scowl and a rumbly growl that bobbed with each step he took towards her. his gaze fixed on her paw and he made for it in a clumsy, easily predictable lunge.