Shadewood Tired Eyes

Little more than a moment was spared for her, and Chacal found her source of warmth wriggling away from her and felt the stick being pulled up from beneath her as he focused back on his plaything. Like the baby sister she was, though, she was keen on staying attached to her brother, and smacked her lips together as she was fumbled off the stick, reaching out like a needy puppy to find a tuft of his fur to suck on for reassurance when she was abruptly bonked on the nose by the stick he now wielded. 

She sat down hard, though considering how soft the ground was, she wasn't hurt. She wrinkled her nose, and the corners of her lips trembled slightly; her nose hurt, but she didn't associate the smack she'd been given with any sort of intention. The thought of her brother purposefully rapping the bridge of her muzzle with a stick didn't even cross her mind- she simply assumed the stick had done so of its own accord. She raised a paw to shove the thing aside, when it came within reach, and still making soft suckling noises, she flopped to the ground and tried then to crawl up to her brother, so she could press her muzzle into his fur again for comfort, aiming to avoid the stick by keeping her posture low.