"The days are getting warmer" the shepherd mused unbeknownst of his predators.

They laid low upon the grass with the mulchy smell of the swamp behind them.

The Leader moved his arm towards his quiver.

Second stopped him before he reached his deadly burden.

Leader said - Let go, I can easily kill him ...

Second interjected  - But were we not creatures of intent and purpose, not of malice? Bought and paid, mayhaps. Understand the difference?

Leader thought - This was something else, this sudden civility... he moved swiftly, but still was surprised at the wetness spreading in his side.

I'll challege with the following title "Vivacious Roar".

P.S. It's about time, friend, heh!

Edit: typo and a it now flows even better than 'riginal