Stone Circle forever on the dancefloor

riley was young yet, but old enough to have a sluggish concept that biting usually ellicited a better response; all charles did in retaliation was lift his dirt-covered snoot from the ground and yell a ey! over his back. hardly an exciting reaction.

riley's slow gaze flickered to louie, devising a new assault in the slow, unhurried way a crocodile might. he was just about to lurch his horribly rotund body into action when a shadow fell over them. riley had not forgotten iliksis; in the incomprehensible way a child's mind can hold onto memories that are nearly unintelligible, riley recognized that stranger equaled "unwelcome". this stranger's form was too high, and the light behind it too bright in contrast, for him to make out the features of greyback -- but riley turned around slowly on his thick limbs, and arched his stubby tail.

a pugilist's growl rumbled in his throat as he faced his newest challenger.