Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

The struggle was met with a gleam of excitement in Behemoth's eyes. Toying with birds and rodents was only fun for so long but now he finally had a true opponent. Behemoth kept his weight on the male, determined to not let him escape.

Now Behemoth was not going to crunch this male like he had the vole or even pluck fur like he had the grouse's feathers. But he was going to make sure his age-mate knew who was in charge between the two of them. Not exactly aiming to break skin (unless the sunshine boy pulled away violently or Behemoth had a change of mind) the ebony beast clamped his jaws around the other male's. A low deep growl vibrated through his chest and up his throat.