Nova Peak i smile because i want to

I'll have dis archived.

Pasha barrelled down a small grade away from the den, convinced that his brother was close at hand. And he went on and on, for what seemed like an eternity. Almost to the point where he presumed his mother had put up some invisible barrier to stop them from venturing too far. That point where she swore if any of them went past it without someone, they'd get more than just a-paddlin'.

Well, when he spun around, there wasn't anything behind him. No Swift stalking through the grasses that were already taller than them both. No Swift pouncing at his hide to give him some sort of payback. Nada. Zip. Nothing light and dark-haired and fluffy snarling adorably after him. Pasha made a face, though it was hard to say what that face was. Could've been disappointment. Could've been doubt. It could have even been a pout.

But no one was there to witness it.

Waiting just a few more moments (read: seconds, because fuck that patience trait at the moment), he started back for the den. Slow and careful at that. By the time he had come back around to where he had left his brother sitting in the dust, Swift was already playing the lights out card. With a sigh of defeat, Pasha gave in to the fact that he was a little bit wore out too and moved to settle in near his brother — not too close, could still be a trap — and opted to space out for a bit.

What a terrible poker game this was.

Before he knew it, he was out like a light too.