Dawnlark Plains ahh, overly-elaborate mob schemes to take over vegas

A voice interrupted his merry trot, and River froze guiltily. He turned, ears flat and tail wagging furiously as he already sought to convince her he hadn't been doing anything wrong. Before he could really get to being persuasive, he was again interrupted. This time, by his brother— his savior! Thankful for Eventide's arrival, and entirely forgetting the point of being scary, he wiggled towards his littermate and planted several sloppy kisses on his face and neck.
He forgot about Pema entirely, and failed to notice Kasatka at all until she squealed. Which, of course, startled him. River flinched and fluffed up with a squeal of his own, then shoved himself against Eventide for protection. His fierce brother would protect him from whatever awful thing made that noise, he knew! Then his gaze settled on Kitten, and he squinted with hazy blue baby eyes. Hey, wait.