Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

One's teeth closed on his tail, effectively stopping the fox from doing any more than digging his claws into the dirt and leaving tiny trenches in its surface as he made a futile attempt to pull himself forward. He caught a shift in his father's expression — amusement! — and pinched his brows over his eyes, but before he could make some comment, his brother heaved back, and the fox was dragged with him. He squawked again, realizing that he was outclassed by his bigger brother as he was hauled back to the stream. He dug his nails in deeper, and pitched his shoulders forward, but it was no use. Before he could scheme a way to escape, he was pulled into the stream.

Sitamat did not help him. But nor did he help Atuaserk. Pingasut was not sure what to make of that as he sat in the stream, displeased ears flattened to his skull, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as he stared at the victor in this fight. His chest visibly expanded as he drew a deep breath, held it, and then without warning launched at One with a mighty "RAAAAAA!" as he expelled that breath. He was wet now, his brother was not going to escape without getting his head shoved into the stream if he could help it. And then, if he could, he'd flee back to that bank and keep on going until he was well and far away.