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The moment she spotted Solpallur, Valmúa felt her stomach churn. She knew exactly what was coming, because it was always the thing they did to one another when they disapproved. The boys in particular were prone to physical action, and Sol used words only when absolutely necessary, being practically mute.
Val couldn't tell if Stjor had woke or not. She hoped he wouldn't. She didn't want them ganging up on her. They all had ganged up on one another at one point or another, but Val knew that she was momentarily weaker than usual and unable to fight back properly. They would not kill her, but hurting her? Well..
She flattened to the ground as Sol's dark figure approached, soundless and imposing. She didn't try to get away from it. He scruffed her harshly and pulled, and she yipped sharply in response. She yipped like she had as a pup, but writhed and tried to snap at the air. For a moment she refused the discipline until her legs came free from Stjor's mass. Then, she submitted to her elder brother's punishment, curling her tail between her legs and shrinking as he pulled and put real pressure on her.
Valmúa stayed silent. Mouth would get her nowhere for now.