Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

He licked and preened away, turning an ear to his father as he told his brothers to let him be, but otherwise keeping his attention fixed on his task. He moved to stick his tongue between his toes to dry them and dislodge grit that had become stuck there, and it was then that the eldest started to make a racket, and he glanced up to see the brown cub hurtling toward him, followed then by the momma-bear-look-a-like.

He was not interested in their game, and saw in his older brother's eyes how he wanted to make him play. It caused the fox to react defensively. He rose to his paws and squared off, perhaps expecting to deter his brother with a solid (albeit still decidedly dainty) stance and a lip that quirked enough to reveal a single little canine. None of this had an affect though, and before he knew it, Atuaserk was tackling him and Sitamat was dousing him in mouthful of water.

The fox squawked loudly, and made to scrabble away if his bigger, stronger brother did not drag him off first.