Nova Peak amber, what will become

rowdy's first few weeks of life, he didn't quite live up to his name. he slept. he ate. he slept again. by all accounts he seemed rather bland -- besides the curious two nubbins that formed the end of his spine.

by week four he was up and walking. he could see, he recognized his siblings, and he tolerated his father's presence. but really, rowdy lived for raider -- his stupid little face would light up when she swept into the room. he'd drop what he'd been chewing (sibling, stick, father, whatever --) and bumble towards his mama, his stunted tails wriggling his whole end.

but today, it was only papa in the den. rowdy tried more than once to nurse on riley -- each time he was warned away with what to him felt like an offensively cruel nip. rude! awful service, leaving zero stars on yelp.  where was the milkmaid?!

he was getting hungry.

rowdy began to notice his papa was restless. he pounced on @Ruckus and tried to cajole @Riot into play -- both entertained him for a while, but once again, rowdy's little stomach gurgled.

he stopped playing instantly, nudging at his papa's mouth. the heaping gruel deposited at his feet was categorically inedible -- rowdy stared at it in disbelief, watching as his father sped off and suddenly, goldeneye stood in his place.

maybe this was the new milkmaid?

Rowdy's attempts at play were rebuked by annoyed grumbles and snaps. The boy was in no mood to be disturbed. He waits patiently for his mother, who hadn't shown up in what felt like centuries. Thankfully, he had his father to torment with his complaints.
And so, he had two modes: sleep (and wait for birthgiver) or have a full-blown tantrum.
Now roused from his sleep, it was a toss-up whether he would sleep again or raise hell that now both his parents were gone.
Hangry was utterly an understatement. The meal left for him is deplorable. He voices his displeasure with a grumble, looking to Rowdy, who also seems befuddled.

this gruel would not stand! rowdy sniffed it and gagged, turning to his grumpy brother. 

rowdy didn’t dwell on the poor food service for long. something about his brother’s cross face awoke the antagonist in him. hiiyAH! BMO chop! rowdy pounced on riot with all the grace of a beanbag.

How dare!
Riot lets out a yelp, surprised, ambushed.
C’mon, what did he do?
Despite the shock, he would never allow himself to get bested by his brother. 
He fights back with the best counterattack known to little brothers worldwide.
The bunny kick.

rowdy’s taste of victory was short lived. as he sat on his new chair (read:brother) he smugly surveyed his kingdom the way a fat king would incline deep into an ochre-red throne. but that moment was fleeting, as any king’s rein was — cut short by the devastating blow of bunny kicks. 

ooof! he grunted, barreled in his belly by pummeling paws. he tried in vain to nip at any paw too close to range, but riot moved too fast and rowdy was forced to slouch off. 

he did what came to him naturally then and folded his limbs under him, loafing on the ground in the defensive posture of a snapping turtle waiting for its gleaming moment.