Lost Creek Hollow wait, what? did you say 'eat people?' are you a cannibal, caleb?

Thankfully, she hadn't sent her little brother flying off like a ragdoll right back into the den, but it did however cause him to sneeze. The adorable noise was too much for Deshyr, who let out a squee of delight that dissolved into a fit of barely stifled giggles (she was mostly trying to stay quiet, not wanting to disturb the rest of the litter). Behind her, her tail thumped on the ground excitedly as she shuffled forwards even more, her front half almost taking up the entirety of the mouth of the den.

Fascinated and completely enamoured with her baby sibling, the older Frostfur watched as he seemed to reignite with energy and reared back like a tiny, chubby dragon about to spit a fireball her way. Except he wasn't too successful with his imitation. Instead, the boy fell back onto his haunches before giving her a dejected look that broke her heart. "No, wait, don't be sad!" she exclaimed as if he could understand. "Try again, 'Gus!"

In an effort to help him succeed in...whatever he was trying to do, Deshyr reached out a paw with an encouraging smile and rested it beside the dark puppy, for him to use as a support.