Golden Glade Damn, who raised you?

it didn’t take very long for aengus to find his stinky sister. she seemed to slink toward him like that stupid villain from dora the explorer. she even had the same smug expression on her face. aengus wasn’t about to play into her games – not yet, at least. before he had time to react, though, sionnach had lunged for his ear and sunk her sharp teeth into the tender folds of it. the young bull snorted in response and reared his head back and away from the red-faced piranha.
 
“hey! watch it, lumpy,” he growled to her with a sour expression. “what crawled in your butthole?” aengus then asked her, still scowling as though she’d torn the only good ear he’d ever had right off his head. the young frostfur wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen his sister actually be kind to someone else. she was definitely the rotten apple.