Moonspear ring of fire

Antares too kept an ear turned behind him, wondering if and when his siblings might join them behind him while simultaneously knowing better than to let his guard down if even a trace of a chance remained. Although, whatever Mom was up to was awfully tempting to give that singular focus towards. However, more often than not, usually someone else was not too far--and as he grew both in size and awareness, he also grew better at handling all of it, really.. in his opinion.

But for now, it was still just him, and Dragomir, with the offerings the dark alpha of the Spear brought for them--over which his sights skimmed again, questions rolling--what would be their lesson? Their intent? His lips twitched, and he instantly perked at the sight of the older cub's motions for a coon, hungry for any understanding he might grab. But.. Oh? 

Knowingly, for this was a battle he fought among his siblings more than once, he slipped forward into an invitation such as that--seeking to dig his teeth into the carcass dangling, and as soon as he was clamped, he hunkered the rest of his body low, planting his hind-paws wide and heavy. Atlas might out-bulk him on most days, so he was undaunted by a larger fellow on the other end of the tug, and rumbled back a low rrrrrr before giving a quick jerk of his neck.