Heron Lake Plateau Let the games begin

Upon finding his brother he rushed him, just slow enough for the younger to say his name in a questioning manner. The rush wasn't vicious exactly, it had a more playful bullying than anything else. He jumped on the smaller grey Blackthorn and began to immediately bite and tug at his ears and face, growling softly. "C'mon Cin, fight back!" he urged thus turning more playful than anything. Jesus he had mood cycles like a bipolar woman.