Silvertip Mountain Blame it on the Beatle

The boy awoke to a shrill yelp coming from outside the den. All the exploring had made him quite sleepy in the evenings and often had him sleeping late. However, once he was up, he was up. He wandered outside the den to see his sister attempting to catch a... OHHH WHAT WAS THAT? He was intriged now. But when Oddie fell back and knocked her head off the ground, a flare of anger rose up within him. How dare it! He ran to his sister's side, forcefully licking at the wound to help. The red stuff tasted metallic and not nice but he did not like to see Oddie hurt. Sure, he liked to chew on her but he had never really.. hurt her. Did he? He didn't think so. 

He yowled for Mother, demanding her to come and do something. He could only lick for so long. "Okay?" His small voice question his sister. Often, he did not like his family but he did not like to see his little sister hurt. It was not a nice feeling.