Dragoncrest Cliffs live in living color

Artaax had not expected his brother to weigh as much as he did. His face scrunched from the effort as he shifted to better brace himself. He had been tackled by Bobby numerous times in his life and yet he had never really committed to memory just how much the other boy weighed. He'd remember it now, for like, ever. He grunted as his brother positioned himself upon his back and he in turn pushed upward to stand as tall as he could manage. He attempted to crane his neck upwards to see where how much closer he had brought them to the bird - surely it was like, a ton closer - but he found himself unable to angle correctly, and so he ducked his head back down and simply focussed on being tall.

Bobby whispered to him, and instantly, the pale wolf was even more irritated. "I'm doing the best I can!" he hissed back, grimacing as he attempted to straighten his legs even further. He felt his limbs begin to tremble as he did so, but he ignored all of his physical discomfort as best as he could. Nothing mattered but catching their prey. "Can you reach it?"