Nova Peak i smile because i want to

He was loving this. It was not often the smaller of the sons gained the upper hand on his larger, stronger, heavier siblings. They physically trumped him, even the stretch of their legs was beginning to outpace his, with their shoulders rising above his own. He was destined for a lean, medium build, to be classically swift in his appearance, but only if his clumsy paws sorted themselves out. Until they did, he would seldom live up to his name, although he had this time when he nabbed Pasha's tail before Pasha could do anything about.

With a playful growl he pushed his forelegs ahead of him to use as leverage and tugged backward, holding on through his brother's rump shakes. He would drag his brother backwards if he could.