Tveir snapped at Ein’s paw as it rose to curiously poke at the droplets of snot and salvia that adored the younger boy’s face from Ein’s sneezes, letting Ein know that the other did not like him closing that short proximity. Ein watched as Tveir wiped his face off on Ragnar’s leg, smearing the slick mess onto their father’s once pristine coat causing the man to protest, rising his paw and giving it a shake as if that was going to dispel the mess his sons had promptly decided to clean off on him. Tveir fought back, head butting Ein in the side, neatly winding the eldest who took a gasping breath and glared at the other boy before he plopped down, his legs having had enough of supporting his body weight and yawned deciding that it was good a time as any for a nap.
