Ankyra Sound 'Cause only gold is hot enough

The rotund boy found purchase in his brother’s flank. He released a triumphant war squeal to announce that he had entered the battle dome. Almost as soon as he had, Ephraim whirled on him with a gaping mouth and clutched his cheek tightly with soft gums. Illidan made a peep of surprise before pulling his head back and losing all sense of balance on his legs. Sturdy as his girth made him, the boy was also prone to turning into a potato bug when his balance was threatened. The dark-hooded pup rolled backwards and landed in a lopsided position with nothing more than a grunt of displeasure and a youthful scowl on his face. 

He turned his attention a few times while trying to pinpoint his previous target. Seeing Ephraim was like catching sight of the beach after a coma. His eyesight was far from perfect, but his brother was paler than the others and it allowed for Illidan to single him out. With a yap, the boy fixed himself upright and meandered back toward his sibling with a few sniffs of interest.