Its a brand new day

The cat claws ran so thoroughly in their family that he took them now for granted. Azure’s heavy-set forpaws were going to be a monster in battle, and Mort knew that if he ever sparred with his brother, he would need to keep clear of a frontal smack. Mortis was built for a little more finesse. He was still a big wolf, like all his brothers, but his wings made him light on his feet, with an extra set in balance. His claws could climb as wickedly as a cat, and he could time his swipes to do some serious damage. He just had to use his skills right.

Here and now, with the still shark, it was a lot different. He grunted and had to dig around a little in its head, feeling the weird slimy sensation of its skin. He tucked his tongue through his muzzle just a tad as he concentrated on the task ahead of him. Azure held it down to keep it from squirming. “Ah ha!’ he said when his claws hit the weird jello-material of its brain, and it spasmed beneath Azure’s strong grip, and then fell still. “Oh yeah? That sounds wicked” he enthused, setting himself to the task of widening the hole in his head, so they could scoop out its brains. He sniffed them curiously, but refrained from licking, saving it all for Azure’s work.