Pointy Sticks

Malachai was on the lookout for something new to chew on, his siblings weren't too fond of him chewing on their tails or ears and he'd basically worn out the lizard he'd found... so now he needed something else to keep his fangs occupied. He was after all mostly still kept from roughhousing with his siblings, and he was a bored puppy. Ashen probably should have been grateful he'd turned to chewing to deal with his boredom because he was already quickly growing, and would soon be quite a handful and hard to control if his mind turned to mischief.

So when he caught a slightly familiar scent, one that had belonged to one of the pups at the training he immediately latched onto it, veering his idle paws towards the puppy he could smell and would quickly come up upon her, dragging a stick backward towards the border of the armada. Something clicked in for Malachai there, some kind of instinct, whether to protect resources or simply to play tug of war was unknown but he beat shadowy paws, and immediately picked up the free end of the stick and dug in to try pulling it back.

"Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"