Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

she held herself stiffly, tail struck out like a lightning rod with a current of mini-pulses of electricity bristling all of her babyfine fur to its ends. thade, unconsciously to either child, abated her reaction immediately by slinking to his belly and brooking the sudden paroxysm of food possessiveness. ears pricked forward, she stood over him and indulged on the bigger chunks of mahler's chef kiss gruel, snarling when her brother made for any high value tidbits.
later on the tables would likely turn, and she would be the one slinking and scraping for offscourings of their next spread. it was a recent developmental waypost oft pendulating between inferiority and dominance. 
after tummies were full and the table was cleared, it was generally back to playing with no hard feelings. presently, phaedra, gruntled, left thade to scour his tongue on the dirt as she pranced in a leisurely sway to mahler with an appeasing grimace and her ears joined back atop her head. gladness to see him was still bright in her squint and she met her father with a bump of the nose and a nudging under his chin, wriggling body trying to hew to the niche of his chest.