Haunted Wood Come Play With Me

As much fun as her brother seemed to be having, the little fireball was having none. Tiny ears flickered to his direction as he called out, already little Famine was talking and still, she couldn't! It was more frustrating to see one of her siblings already get ahead of her in some way, while he called out she pouted. 

With furrowed brows and a deep frown, she swatted at the boy to try and hit him once more. If her bites wouldn't work, she'd try something else. He was always so annoying! Why was Famine the one who can talk already, it was not fair! Even if her first hit landed or not, she'd continue with one, maybe two more to try and nail her point home. 

She was angry at him, always angry.