Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

Penn was deeply pleased with Fennec accepted his offering. He was mostly pleased that she didn't try to refute his claim. I assume even male wolves found a weird sense of pride in being penisically gifted, but in any event, Penn certainly did. He grinned smugly, even as he caught hold of Bronco's paw and dug his teeth in. It disappeared after a moment when his cousin proved to be too stubborn to let a little something like pain deter him from his shenanigans. And when finally, the threat became a reality, the smile turned into an angry, snarling scowl.

Penn darted forward the moment he felt Bronco's weight lessen from his back. He spun back once he'd put a few feet between himself and the stench, glaring at Bronco with hatred. "You're such a fucking loser, dude!" he shouted, his voice curled over the snarl in his throat. He couldn't remember ever being this pissed off before, but he shortly discovered that he actually was capable of getting even angrier. And that happened when Bronco laughed.

That laugh was enough for Penn to lose it. He forgot about how small he was in comparison with his cousin and how his body was already aching from being wrestled to the ground. He was just pissed. And so he sprang forward with bared teeth aimed at ripping the stupid smile off of his stupid cousin's face.