Moonspear Two for one, you know a bitch buy four

Further success only served to embolden him, though she was swift to move on. Her snarling only provoked growling from him, though it was all in play. He pawed after her only to be distracted at the image behind her—their mother.

Altair beamed at her, his tail wagging. In all the ruckus he had almost forgotten about their precious life-giver, but how could he? His mouth opened to babble and whine at her when he felt something grasp at his tail. Oh, right—Mira.

His head swung around to catch her in his sights, this time with a glare.

Couldn’t she see that he was busy? He turned to face her with another growl, this time pawing at her insistently to stop. MOTHER was there, didn’t she see?