Blackfeather Woods bite

needless to say, his sibling was not in the slightest okay with his rear being attacked. this came as no surprise, nor did his angry screech, yet his sudden attack had the smaller boy, yet to hit the growth spurt his brother had, underneath the boy. his brothers actions were not playful but driven by rage, as many fights between the siblings were. Abraxas could not recall an occasion when fighting had been but a game, and this occasion proved to be no different. 

paws, shoving his face into the earth. he did not struggle blindly, mind searching for an attack that would free his face and allow him proper breath. suddenly he twisted, jaws attempting to catch with a quick strike one of the paws of his brother that attempted to shove his face into the earth. oddly, he did not panic, but familiar rage begun to blossom, slowly, in his mind.

briefly, they scuffled, and finally Abraxas writhed away, with a snarl and a gaze that spoke of future retribution, finally slipping back the way he had come.