Chew on their ears? But why!? Satanicans were never to be touched in such a preposterous way – or so Rapier chose to believe. He does not chime in with his sibling this time as he watches Cuirass engage the girl in a stalking circle. His attempt to tickle at her sides with his tail is lighthearted enough yet his plea for her blood causes the younger boy to pipe up.
”But, Cuir, we aren’t supposed to hurt our pack mates. It’s against our code.” he urges his brother to reconsider as his olive green eyes turn back to the smaller girl. He didn’t really want to hurt her after all.
Rapier is very young but he has watched his father and he knows that same blood lusting look when it lays within Cuirass’ eyes as well. He would be helpless to the girl if his brother were to truly attack her at any given moment but surely there was something he could do to cause a distraction. Ears flicked about in uncertainty as he lingered on the thoughts before he charged forward with puppyish grace – though really a lack thereof – and attempted to tackle the girl. He moved to grasp onto any loose skin he could manage and slung his body over so that they would tumble down the hillock and away from Curiass’ hungry stare.
It was worth a shot and the boy honestly didn’t want to see his brother be eaten by the alpha. That’s what she did to rule breakers… right? She was a cannibal after all and Cuirass was the one brash enough to try and break the number one code of all Asteraia wolves. Green eyes flicker back toward his sibling, whether or not he had been successful in bringing the girl down the hill with him, and he wonders if he now has a begrudging brother to deal with. Power and blood meant everything to his family but Rapier wasn’t exactly eager to piss off the alpha just to get his first taste. Not to mention the girl didn’t really do much wrong.
He may like her if he gives her another moment of his time. But she
cannot chew his ears. They are sacred Satanican ears – not for chewing and drooling on. Nope.