Phantom Hollow her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film

Unsurprisingly, a sibling moved in to demand that she have access to Venamis' latest prize. The youngster turned his head just enough to observe Zannah's approach from the corner of a pale eye, attempting to shield the antler from her sharp glare. While he was interested in gnawing on it, it was suddenly made all the more wonderful to have possession of it now that he knew his sister wanted it for herself.

With Megara's gift firm between his baby fangs, he was prepared to challenge her announcement and scrap with her over who had dibs with a little warning growl. Thankfully their great aunt supported Venamis' claim, to which he lashed his tail triumphantly as he shot his obsidian littermate the most arrogant of grins. He watched her with intrigue, eager to see her sulk or cry as she often did when she didn't get her own way.

Content with this effortless victory, Venamis proudly tilted his chin upward and sneered as he padded a short distance away to settle among the grass. There, he intended to remain in Zan's line of sight so she could watch him thoroughly enjoy this latest offering from the adults.