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Their antics were surely endearing to any onlooker, but to Nightjar, this was the fight of his life. Wildfire was the opposing army and he the commander of a fleet, and this slap fight would determine the rulers of the world. He went at it with boyish competitiveness. Not realizing he was a little bit larger and a little bit stronger than his female sibling, he was inexplicably disappointed when Wifi ended the game, only to faceplant right into his chest with all her weight behind her.

He staggered on the spot a little, having been halfway to his own feet. Before he could truly recover, Wildfire's paw and forelimb slapped down on his face and brought tears to his eyes from the force of a blow to his sensitive muzzle. Blinking them back, the boy quickly got to his feet and roared out a battle cry, then thrust all his weight forward in an effort to tumble her over so he could pin her down.

It wasn't that it hurt, per se, but more that it caused a strange feeling in his sinuses. Pinning Wildfire would ensure it didn't happen again, and besides, it was the most natural form of play for a wolf pup. Naturally, though, things didn't always work as planned, and so before he could even get a hold on her (assuming he'd succeeded in knocking her over at all), his miniscule whiskers twitched and he sneezed loudly.