The Bracken Woods don't look at me

He caught Runion's scent on the breeze, and turned with ears already flattened. The plant was forgotten. A number of feelings struck him at once, but most clear through it all was something that unsettled him deeply— relief. Each encounter took them a step closer to the inevitable end, he knew; he could not say when, but he knew this could only end with one of them. Perhaps both, if they were true to the luck they seemed to share through genetics.
Quick steps drew him closer to his brother, until only two yards separated them. Irrationally, he grew irritable again; couldn't they have ended this last time? Couldn't it just be over already? You, He told him, agitated and unfocused. Are a complete fuck up. How hard is it to just kill me and be done with it?