Bramblepoint cranky curmudgeon

Knowing that he was probably going to get bludgeoned in some way, Cypress reared up, settling his weight on his powerful haunches and spreading his forelegs wide. He hopped like a meerkat, jaws gaping wide, and bounded forward, going right according to his brother’s plan. He knew that Rannoch would expect such a direct “attack” from him and didn’t try to change things up, half-hoping that things would escalate to a game of wrestling or chase. In his youth, these games had become almost painful to him. His smaller stature and lighter musculature had gotten him beat repeatedly by his bruiser of a brother. Now, though, they were both adults who had the confidence to know their own strengths and weaknesses, and Cypress had missed this kind of closeness. His onyx-etched tail whisked good-naturedly as he unleashed a volley of barks and a threatening growl, rushing his brother head on.