Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

she answers her brother's growl with a playful grunt of her own, prodding and poking until—THWACK!—and she reels away, set stumbling back by a set of growing jaws and new teeth. baffled, she falls back on her posterior, shaking her head in a daze. seeing stars. that hurt.

completely piqued (she had just wanted him to share the moment, ugh!) Avicus lurches to her paws and barrels toward Aventus, who by now is shrinking and fearful, whining. it's not fun if he is no longer a grouch, and so her answering blow comes much softer, more of a push than anything else.

the girl richochets awkwardly off his shoulder and then clambers over him, straining to reach her mother's muzzle as well. her eyes are wide, murky blue orbs, fixed inextricably on Astara's face. she slides away from her brother and begins to climb the young woman's shoulder like a novice mountaineer, looking to take one of those large pointy shapes on the top of Astara's head into her mouth.

they look fun to chew on, after all.