Silverlight Terrace came across a cosmic serpent with hands woven into his hair

He felt teeth latch onto one of his hind legs and, reasonably in his mind, this flared Behemoth into a more aggressive mode than he had previously been in. A loud snarl ripped out of his throat into the air. If the boy wanted a real tussle than he would get one.

Behemoth turned his front to try and latch onto the boy's scruff. The older male wanted to yank the boy off of him if it was possible. The angle was awkward though and the possibility of them going down together was higher than he usually would have liked to deal with.