Bearclaw Valley standing on the olympic platform, accepting our gold medals for eating

Lucas seemed to fight the temptation and the sound of his whine barely tickled the hairs of her ears before he rolled his rotund body and landed squarely on his stocky limbs. Piper watched as her brother waddled excitedly in her direction and the young Redleaf was so filled with childish glee at the sight of her pudgy sibling that she tossed her head up three times and forced herself off balance. The rusty-coated whelp reared back and lost all ground with her front paws before finding herself landing squarely on her butt. Lucas erased all space between them and approached, his nose to her own. He too then pulled himself back in a stand on his hind legs before the weight of his own body seemed to topple him back to his rear end.
 
Piper’s tail did not stop the rapid wagging that had possessed it.
 
With a squeak of delight, the pup hopped a bit and found her footing again. This time, she had every intention of holding her ground so that she might properly dance with her brother. She scooched herself forward a few inches, stretched her neck so that she could sniff at his cheek and ear and neck, then she yapped and attempted to mimic his previous movement. Piper ended with the same result as Lucas, but dramatically rolled to her side and peered up at him with a soft sigh.