Shadewood Tired Eyes

for a few seconds valravn sat blinking, up to his ears in mud. then, chacal tripped besides him -- splattering his face anew.

valravn shifted and rubbed the grit from his eyes, streaking mud across his dark face. the stick was still in his jaws and now chacal was sprawled over it, making it difficult to pick up. he was about to drop it when he felt his sister buffet into him; gone were the feelings of alarm and worry, replaced now by a buzzing warm sensation of familiarity.

oh, the stick.

well, valravn wouldn't be much of a brother if he didn't rudely yoink it out from chacal, now swinging it towards her like he was wielding the world's sharpest pointy object.