Nova Peak go johnny go go.

Whichever lump this was, it was a very stubborn one. Whit wriggled his rump as he twisted to poke at his sister, curious to find that instead of staying still, she moved right along with him. Like a little ying-yang, the siblings curled around each other - Allure's black against his pale tawny. Being completely unaware of the cool symbol they were mimicking though, Whit wasted no time breaking away.

He felt the jaws relinquish their hold on his tail, but before he could be relieved from that, he grunted as the very same jaws clamped down upon his muzzle. Lifting a front paw, he began to bat at the offender's face. With Allure kicking at his stomach and one paw busy with the attack instead of helping him retain his balance, he fell to the side after a moment, giving his sister the upper hand. Whittier was not so easily deterred though; he continued to shove the pink pads of his paw against her cheek and began to kick back at her kicking legs, starting a harmless game of footsy.