to arms, to arms

Dom had been... well, listen, he's as well as can be expected. The world was large, and he's fairly young to it. Wet behind the ears in the ways of the world. Following the leadership of someone other than his parents, and someone his own age? It feels weird. Dominus feels an awful lot like a dog walking itself.

Whatever. There's no time to dwell on it, not when the warriors are being summoned. A colossal moose, with Björn already hanging from its hind leg. Without a second thought, Dominus throws himself at the beast as well. Gnashing, snarling, snapping jaws-- the whole nine yards. He takes the thing head on, though adequately wary of the beast's antlers.

"Dominus"