Sawtooth Spire big blue eyes, pointy nose, chasing mice, and digging holes

Today, the boy had been lazy. He hadn't had much intention of getting up and wandering around, and so opted to sprawl in the spot he had chosen. He lay there for a while before moving again when Malrok came to sit near him. Had the boy known that his brother would rush and attack him, he might not have been so relaxed, but there was no way for him to even know until he heard the tiny thunder of paws speeding in his direction. Head lifted in time to spy a reddish blur hurtling towards him, causing him to try and scramble out of the way. Not quite making it, the boy tumbled with his brother, snarling as best he could as he yanked his muzzle back out of Ping's reach.

Head ducked instinctively while his skinny tail lashed behind his furry form, eyes narrowed into a glare. He knew it was play but his play was much rougher than the innocence his brother had likely meant to engage him in. Charging his brother, his own jaws snapped and tried to capture an ear or even his scruff, the sensitive spots that the adults had taught him so far. Fur on end, the boy looked more like a puff ball than ever but gave this no mind as he faced his smaller sibling.