Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

He was not pleased with the outcome of their little hunt. Nor was the fire that was mounting in his belly soothed by the way the stranger seemed to flaunt off the prize. Behemoth gave no warning sound but the arch of his tail and raise of his hackles should have been enough.

Without concern, he charged towards the sunshine painted male. The grouse would be momentarily forgotten as he sought out the quickest way to teach this male a lesson. Which was to obviously get him on the ground beneath Behemoth.