Lost Creek Hollow warming weather

Silas, keen on play, puffed himself up. The paler tawny boy would attempt to mimic this action, though given he was only a runt, the effect was not quite as impressive (as any pudgy puppy could be). His own tiny jaws were gaping, about to bound forward and gum at his brothers ears when Silas reared back – what was this?!
 
Before Pippin could consider knocking his brother over while he was on two paws (not that he could even move that fast), Silas was upon him with a heavy thud, and effectively pushing Pippin back and causing his to tumble over.
 
He squirmed on his back, eliciting a tiny bark as one paw lifted to try to swat his brother away, though his tail swayed along the den entrance floor contently. Rolling over, Pippin’s jaws would work towards Silas’ nose, his own rump wriggling like a cat.