Swiftcurrent Creek You've Won the Honor of Embarking on a Great and Noble Quest

Talos gave her brother the biggest, smuggest smile she could possibly manage—while still keeping the antler clamped firmly between her little needle teeth, that is. Her triumphant smirk was somewhat hampered by the large tines jutting up in her way, but the self-satisfied crinkling at the corners of her eyes would probably give it away even if her mouth was somewhat—obscured. Hah-hah, dumb little interfering brother down on his rump in the mud. It was surely only what he deserved! She hoped he stayed there, forever, and thought long and hard about what he'd done to deserve such a fate. Srrsvvnnrrragh rah, she told him snippily, in an unimpressive and unintelligible comeback that was even more garbled than her initial sneering smirk.

Her tail waved in a small, lazy sort of taunting manner itself as well, quite glad to be out from the maw of the Puppy Enforcer of Doom. She growled right back, both to respond and to threaten: Talos was here to have adventures and collect the spoils, and no one, especially not her brother, was allowed to touch the stuff she had (so far as she was concerned) legitimately earned! Her teeny puppy teeth were not going to be able to etch her name into the thing, that was for sure, but it certainly wasn't going to be for lack of trying. She dug her fangs in as deep and hard as she could get 'em, and loosed her next growl at the antler itself as she gave it another mighty tug and it stubbornly resisted budging. She yanked and yanked, and threw her whole body into it, at which point it finally moved a half-turn away from Akatosh, only to lodge itself up against another inconvenient branch some irritating spoiler of a tree had insisted upon dropping there.

Talos loosed another, higher-pitched noise of incoherent indignation at the thing as she made good her grip once more and pulled mightily upon the treasure—she was going to hoard this thing far, far away from nosy interfering brotherly nuisances, she was, even if it took all day and night! The antler obviously didn't want to bend to her will however—with the ultimate result that instead, it broke. Talos finally managed to free a tine and a half, but the sudden lack of resistance as they snapped unexpectedly loose sent her tumbling nose over tail in turn, her yip of indignation audible but muffled by the tip of the antler which she still adamantly refused to let go.