Heron Lake Plateau Let the games begin

Tywyll grew agitated when Cinder remained somewhat calm and undisturbed by his poking and prodding and mean words. If he couldn't piss his own brother off, how could he piss off other wolves? This question made him more desperate to prove that he could be big and bad so when Cinder gave a low growl, Tywyll lunged and jumped on him again. He bit roughly around his brother's face and ears, paws prodding at his soft spots "Prove it then, Cin. Prove you aren't a loser" he growled, tail rising above his back.