Stone Circle When the world starts falling I'll hold on to you

Thistle's tail started wagging, tongue lolling out as her brother sassed her--and in the process gave her the opening she needed. She left off nipping at him and crouched, jumping up and trying to angle so that she could topple the larger wolf from his off-balance position, letting out a triumphant bark of her own. Hopefully, it wouldn't prove to be preemptive; she would never live it down from her 'little' brother. She braced her back paws as she pushed upward with her shoulders, twisting awkwardly to lean into his legs.