Heron Lake Plateau Let the games begin

Tywyll wiggled around for a moment before moving when Cinder got up. He snorted at his brother's whining and stuck his tongue out "You snooze you lose. Does that mean you're a loser?" he teased quite nastily. Uncalled for meanness was a specialty of his, mostly due to boredom or because he liked to see his words get a rise out of others. With a laugh he bounced forward again and bumped Cinder with his shoulder, tail raised and wagging slowly,  ears perked in a kind of Whacha gonna do about it way.