Redtail Rise Chop your breakfast on a mirror

Soon the roof shielded them from the onslaught. Atreus stood just on the lip of the den and shook, careless that he sprayed down the whole interior. He spun, a little wobbly, and was about to take a seat when Ancelin’s foreleg suddenly slung around his shoulders. His brother’s teeth were at his cheek, yanking free a few furs.

Atreus’s muzzle wrinkled as he struck out a paw to shove his litter mate away. But this was not the pique of yore. Despite the ferocious look on his face and the somewhat heavy-handed blow, Atreus only meant to put the “fight” in “play fight.”