Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

Gannet twisted as Arcturus leapt on him, delighted by the game but growling playfully beneath to meet the challenge. He returned a nip or two, careful to keep the pressure so light that he barely closed his jaws, but he was definitely stuck down with both he and Hydra on him.

When the stepped back he rolled to his stomach, grinning with his tongue lolled out as he panted, but not minding Hydra's declaration. Anything to teach the pup the knowledge of fighting and accomplishment, and besides, he wasn't much of a braggart anyway. His pride was rarely wounded.

Then she brought his attention to the hunt, which he had completely forgotten about. His mouth closed and he looked thoughtfully back at the bushes. "Weasel, I think." This had been better than a weasel anyway, and he could find it again, or another.