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

Piper was too young to be sure of what pulled her to feel so attached to the sandy-coated boy. They shared blood and a bond of being born together. They slept closely to each other each night, and she almost knew the quiet rising and falling of Lucas’ little round body like she knew the beat of her own heart. There was something special about the bond of birth and family, but something even more electric in the way that Lucas behaved. He pulled her in and she willingly followed him, eager to explore all that he had found. Even at a young age, it would not have mattered what he did – Piper would have been there with him.
 
Her brother’s paw stretched out toward her nose and she stretched her neck to meet it somewhere in the middle, feeling the roughness of his paw pad there. With a thumping tail, she laughed and the tickling sensation that spread through her muzzle had reached her ears. The Redleaf girl shook her head and – in turn – ended up shaking her entire frame against the dirty floor. Quickly moving to rise up, she shook her pelt once more and then bowed her torso low, eyeing Lucas with a playful glint in her baby blue gaze.