Whitefish River Bored by the chore of saving face

Spica's impatient nip irritated him a little, and he scowled at her; he didn't like to be rushed, and he wasn't yet sure this was such a good idea. He was just as curious about this illuminated world as she seemed to be, but he needed to be sure it was safe. Only, he was quite sure how to do that. But, irritated or not, he wasn't just going to let his sister wander off on her own. He took a few hesitant steps forward, and nothing happened. So far, so good. A few more steps and he confidently arrived at his sister's side. Hesitation quickly forgotten, he released an excited yip and took off running as fast as his chubby, unstable legs would allow, stopping only to make sure his sister was following before taking off again (assuming she was). He would not leave her behind, though.