What's good for you.

"Yuh, PATOOOO!"  he raised his head to half-howl that part, proud indeed if his place within its ranks as a cub.  Though he wasn't the top ranking cub.  The two-month-old would be working to change that very soon, whenever he got the chance to prove his mettle against those who stood above him.  Which included his stinky sister.  Actually, that reminded him that he needed to wrestle her when he got home.  It was on his to-do list.  Then again, it always was.

She loved to explore too.  Cool points were being quickly racked up for Pekta.  Which only made him naively trust her more, because she was clearly just like him and that was awesome.  She wouldn't lead him astray.  At least no more than he would lead her astray for fun purposes!  His tail whipped a happy mode back and forth.

The word hobby made his head tip deeper than its usual cant, confusion wrinkling his nose.  "Hah-bee?"  he asked with a huff.  "Whassit?"  Connie had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

She stood on the edge of the borders with her toes just on the line of what he imagined was Theirs and lowered her head, nose near to his own.  He inhaled the scent of her mouth, his stomach grumbling because usually an adult mouth near to his own meant food, because he was still eating regurgitated meat.  So instinctively, automatically, he nudged her own muzzle with his.  Though it was not aimed to try and instigate meat regurgitation, it was more a greeting with the way they were positioned.

"Morrow?"  he asked; although tomorrow was as ambiguous to him as next year or next month or two hours from now.  He just knew it meant not right now.