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Silas, whose tongue found Pippin's own mouth as he made to gnaw at his littermate's nostrils, was quick to remedy the situation the tiny runt had placed him in. One moment, the pale golden boy was victoriously chomping at his brother's muzzle, and the next, the boy had swung it up, smug written all over his face.

Pippin, not expecting this shift, stumble forward clumsily for a moment before righting himself. One ear flickered forward as he considered this tactic -- did he truly care if it was a nose he was gumming?

Absolutely not.

Instead, the boy bowed himself down, rump wriggling in the air before he made to bounce forward, an attempt to collide his smaller body in to his brothers and knock him over as a tiny, playful growl slipped past his lips.