Stone Circle bliss

Witchhazel looked down on her older brother with a grin, her hips wiggling with the force of which her tail wagged - she always had preferred her brothers quiet softness compared to Keoni's fiery nature. The dark boy seemed to fit her better - even when he reached out and grabbed onto her stick, the little girl rumbled playfully. When both had a good grip, she pulled - maybe she was trying to play, maybe she was trying to haul him out of the hole.... maybe both? Either way, she squealed with joy at the sudden game.