Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

He continued to grin down at his brother, but his amusement began to wane as he watched Peter struggle to get to his feet and listened to him groan. When his brother slid to his belly and covered his head, groaning again, the bandit's fiendish grin fell into a hard line. There was nothing entertaining about his littermate's behavior anymore; it was actually disconcerting.

Ferret picked his way down the bank, sliding, skidding and scrabbling down in an elegant manner that almost looked skillful by the way he kept his feet despite the awkwardness of his descent. Reaching Peter, he jabbed his poor brother with his paw several times in a series of rough pokes to the ribs.