Nova Peak rendezvous

Swift already had the advantage of the situation, the rabbit so very carefully tucked beneath him in some form or fashion. Pasha huffed as his attempts were failing. He couldn't make his brother move in a flash, but he could antagonize him all the same. He climbed atop of him, stepping awkwardly and proceeding to nudge at his brother's neck, every time his muzzle working like a sharp but dull prod. Anything that would give him that opportunity, something that would work out a gleaming sliver of hope that he could get a grip on the hare.