Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

A move had not been made, and so into her form had the boy then crashed. Everything after that had happened so quickly, and he’d been too surprised by it all to react accordingly. He’d heard the yelp, and then he’d felt teeth clip his muzzle. The feeling had all but encouraged him to strike back, but he hadn’t. By then, Eros had snapped out of it and realized what was happening, as well as who had nipped at him. Seeing his sister there, he couldn’t bring himself to lash out at her, and so he’d settled for flattening his ears and then shooting a glare her way. It wasn’t long before his demeanor had changed once again, though, the boy having relaxed as he pulled himself away from the other body and shook himself out.

By the way Eros had reacted from then and onward, one might never suspect that anything had happened just moments ago. He’d not bared his growing teeth at his sister, nor had he made an effort to get revenge for what she’d done. Instead, he’d recollected himself and then pulled up beside her, where his butt was plopped down. It was out towards the trees that he’d looked before his eyes jumped back to Pria, but nothing could be said. He did not babble or make any gestures that might have suggested what he was plotting before the imp stood and stepped over the threshold of the den, entering the outside world for the very first time.