Moonspear long in tooth and soul

Favored babysitter? Dirge thought it more as favored chew-thing—though fairly, all the adults would have fallen into that category, at least those in danger of getting too close to testing teeth. The shift to hunting dispersed his thoughts, though he held fast to the dark cloud of their grim situation still.

"I was hoping for larger game, but..."

His head tilted one way and then another; it spoke for itself.

"Hydra and I have been discussing replacements. A goat could work, at least to foster better teamwork between them." They were an independent lot, no doubt about it, but he did see their capacity to aid ome another in subtle ways. They learned from one another endlessly, whether any instruction was shared with one or all.

Another thought crossed him, and he wondered aloud: "What was your first? Your mother and father put you up to anything special?" Or perhaps Arcturus was already sinking his teeth into unsuspecting faces at the doorstep at their behest; it would not have surprised him.