Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

His trail-following did not lead him too far, and fortunately for those who would later share the den with him, what he found at the end was just some dried rabbit droppings rather than something foul. He dropped a shoulder and proceeded to roll in the small brown turds, his tongue lolling as he wormed on his back. Then he was back on his feet and watching his older brother dart past him, dropping him into a bow and challenging him to stray farther. But mother bear was watching, and called to them a warning. The fox twitched his ears, smiling at his brother as though he had won a bet against him.

He turned his back, and made as though to walk elsewhere, before spinning rapidly and charging his brother with jaws wide open. He did not seek to bite his sibling, only to tackle and romp around.