Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

Astara's eyes were black holes that could swallow his entire soul, he was certain of it. Those eyes narrowed to slits when his mother lowered his snout to nudge him, and finally he was able to tear his eyes away from hers, only to find Avicus lurching toward him. She was a dark brown streak in his vision, but intimidating nonetheless. The boy drew back on himself, bracing for impact, but there was no bone-rattling crash of body on body. Naught but a sort of gentle ruffle.

Ha! Emboldened by Avicus' lack of follow-through, and granted easy access to her hind legs as she tried to scramble over him and up Astara's side, Aventus twisted in an almost reptilian roll and latched his little jaws around Avicus' left hind ankle. Maybe she would reach their mother's ear after all, but she would have to drag her inkjet sibling along with her.