Bearclaw Valley the black cat

Countless contests would continue being held between the siblings as they aged and found their place in the world. Their place in Ursus was assured by their lineage, but where they stood among the bear-wolves was up to them, and it began with them establishing which of them was greater. Today, and most days, it was Avicus. Aventus simply lacked the motivation to contest that most days.

Her truce was accepted with nothing more than a look as he got up from the dirt. A brief, choppy swing of his tail was the only effort he made to dispel any lingering tension. He didn't doubt she would push for more engagement—his sister seemed hot-tempered that way, impassioned by resistance—but Aventus had learned other ways to deflect attention from himself. Right now, he wanted to get back to his nap, which he indicated by flopping to the floor with a gentle huff.

If she tried to incite him again, Avicus would find Aventus as interesting as an ordinary rock.

Last one for me!