Moonspear Alone unless you wanna come along

he had been timid at first, but the bounce in her gait and the brightness in her expression was the buoy arcturus needed to rally. he dug deep into the ground and rumbled approvingly as she seized the branch.

it was a completely different side of him to engage in this play, but play brought out a more primal side in most wolves -- a side in which mental acuity had little reign. he understood play better than he understood his own nature-- he understood it was nobler than possibly anything, besides killing -- and often, the two were so closely related that it was impossible to untangle one aspect from the other.

play sharpened his reflexes. it conditioned his limbs. play taught him to measure the movements of other wolves, and when to pull and when to tug. and perhaps most of all, play taught him how to kill.

speedy had thus far lightly nipped at the toy -- arcturus shouldered ahead, thrusting the stick within her reach a second time, his eyes urging her to play rougher.