Sawtooth Spire weebles wobble but they don't fall down

Malrok's sibling attacked—if it could even be called that—and his instinctual brain took over. The second-born's tail helicoptered behind as he rose to all fours. He charged forward, intent on toppling his brother over and coming out on top. The tiniest growl rumbled in his chest and throat, causing Malrok to stop mid-attack. He fell back onto his bottom. The sensation had been strange, though he could not figure out where it had come from.