Noctisardor Bypass does my memory linger and flood the room for you?

this is just a cameo!

the ruckus draws pingasut's attention from the nearby blackberry bush he was practicing fighting on — if 'practicing fighting' could be considered aggressively attacking the branches, blossoms and fruit with swipes of his paws, lunges that left him with mouthfuls of leaves and berries which suffer the violent shake of his head and burst sweet upon his tongue. the ivory of his front paws is smeared with the bruise purple berryjuices. he draws his salmon pink tongue across his lips and picks up a plump berry fallen from the bush in his assault and swallows it in a quick bite, barely tasting it in his hurry to see what all the commotion was about.

he hears grub's voice and another youth's — a stranger's. pingasut arrives on the scene, crashing unceremoniously thru the underbrush to find his sister conversing with an older and bigger cub. something about a chase and playing. he sniffs at the air, and squints at the older child, unsure what to make of his sister's victim. he spots grub hanging back at the mouth of the den beside a dead chipmunk: a meal, or a friend? and makes a wide circle studying the strange cub before moving to stand in the background, ready to hop in if he's needed but not feeling invested enough to jump in the conversation.