Heron Lake Plateau Let the games begin

He flinched when Tywyll's weight yet again was upon him, rough teeth nipping at his face in attempts to agitate him. Well, he was doing a damn good job of it. Cinder snapped and wriggled, attempting to free himself from this tangle of... whatever it was. Prove it then, Cin. Prove you aren't a loser.

The young boy felt a little jab at his heart, once again tasting something bitter in his mouth at the accusation. Well... he probably was a loser, but he'd never let Ty think that! He couldn't let Ty think that. He noticed the rise of his brother's tail, and raised his own to match - uh oh. This was likely not going to end well, and it would probably be Cinder who backed down. Like a loser. The youth growled in response, determined to prove his sibling wrong. "I'm not a loser."