Sawtooth Spire i'm bound by these choices so hard to make

joined by her brother, phaedra got a second wind of vigour. the synergy of two children with scythe-sharp teeth was hardly anything to compete with.
ahold of his ear, she tried to trawl it down to her level even more fiercely, because on the whole enfant terribles have no basic tenets of empathy for others. be that at is may, stag prized his ear from her indiana jones' temple-of-doom maw and wisely redirected her attention to his clownish tootsies. "oooo!" she chirruped. 
like a fish drawn to a wriggly worm on a hook, phaedra cratered to the earth in a playbow and yawed her head to pluck at his toes with nips and retreating snaps, imparting pintsized growls along the way.
it was a game she liked to call "bite u then zoom away before u can bite back u rude"
her interest in that was dampened though when thade began to re-reconnoiter the yearling, grubbing around for smelly things. although he would need to consider search engine optimization if he wanted to find the truly smelly smells, what with stag glued to the ground after his last unexpected deflowering.
lashthin tail aloft, the girl-child romped 'round the side of clownfeet and began to nibshit (because if her bro found something of recreation and held out on her, well, she would have a bigly case of FOMO, and there was a tempest in her teacup when it came to that sort of thing).
she sniffed alongside her brother, but found nothing worth her time and mouthed at thade's head, trying to draw him into a game of two-birds-one-stag. stag team the sucker. capture the stag.
y'know, the unfair type of bs games.