Ankyra Sound 'Cause only gold is hot enough

As a young boy, Illidan did not care much for other’s personal space. He could not yet hear the cries of his brother or the warning squeaks that marked he had grown far too close. The dark-hooded youth was too brash and sure of himself to slow his pace. He trotted with a determined tumbling of his limbs and then realized – before he had time to change his mind – that Ephraim was aiming at him with gummy jowls. Illidan yipped an outcry as his brother clamped him harmless mouth around his muzzle. Not thrilled with the outcome that had befallen him, the young coywolf whined against the clasp and then reeled his head back. The glittering of his puppy gaze locked with Ephraim and he pouted, lowering his rump to the ground with a deep sigh. He eyed his sibling from the corner of his gaze for a long moment before he parted his own lips and stretched himself in an attempt to clamp down on the sandy boy’s ear. It was a push at play, though he did not know if the smaller boy would take him up on it.