Silvertip Mountain However long you stay is all that I am

It succeeded. Her shiny armoured knight moved and  she squeaked with joy. It was louder and more successful than any other. So much so that it startled her into submission. Staying quiet, she focused on those breaths that were, at times, so laborious. Her borther moved his tiny face next to hers and she turned her attention to that. 

Trying something new she wriggled. Not to get away from him but to turn herself towards him. It took a lot of effort - and more energy than she probably should expend at this moment in time - but eventually it was successful. She pushed closer to him, wrapping one tiny leg over his body in a wolf-version of a hug.