wild roses in the wasteland

There's the ghost of a smile on the cat's features, and Björn stretches. Flexes. Remains excitable on his feet, as they lock in a dangerous dance. It's a good time. The rot prince can't help it-- this is fun. On every level, it's a great time. Enjoying himself deeply and throwing himself at this challenge. Perhaps the largest challenge yet, at least by weight.

Close quarters usually benefited Björn above all, but he may have miscalculated. The cat has him in a headlock now, and the boy is left to strike at what he can reach. Moving to dig his teeth into Raumr's paws, trying to shake his head and lash out with his antlers... anything so he'd be let go at this point. That man is strong okay?

"Björn"