Qeya River Dare me
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Gangly limbs, over large head. Bobble bobbled by. He found a stick and lowered himself. His gait and form all over the place. Truly comical. But he slunk forward. Truthfully it was more like a barrel rolling forward, but kudos for trying.

He jumped paws and legs all splayed different ways. Teeth hit dirt, then air, then somehow his own paw. Before he caught the stick with a yelp.

He shook his head side to side. So hard he dizzified himself and walked and keeled around in a circle before shaking the stick again.
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Bryony perked at her brother’s yelp, scampering over to see about him, only to find that the dizzy boy was having a grand old time shaking around a stick like nothing had happened. She slowed to a stop, tilting her head back and forth. B'yyyy? she questioned him with her own name.
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Rowyn saw his sister coming, but there were two sisters.

He stopped and squinted. Buh? Buh? he had to nsrrow his eyes even further unsure. Finally focusing on just one Byrony.

He spat out the stick and pushed it towards her dripping with spit and snot. Chewed and mushy. But he'd share.
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Ah! Pre-chewed? Her favorite.

Bryony yipped in delight, happily settling alongside the stormhood boy as she took the soggy stick into her delicate jaws and gave it a few dainty chews. It was perfect! Her teeth sunk right through the sopping wood, just as she liked it. An appreciative growl rumbled Rowyn's way.

The sweet girl was becoming somewhat spoiled, including by her roughneck brother. She hardly had to lift a claw to get what she wanted; she was even bestowed gifts when she wasn't looking! What a wonderful life.

Surely nothing would ever dare ruin such a peaceful moment.
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Beyond took over his stick. He smiff3d at her ears and shoulder. And his attention was caught by a tiny furred thing hopping along.

Something stirred in the pit of his stomach and his chest and saliva pooled along his jaws. He was entirely bamboozled as to why. But he bent forward as if he was stalking sparrow amd began to follow the thing.

It smelled like dirt and grass. Long ears. And it seemed scared as it darted from him. He chased after in a flurry of barks and sliding dirt.