Northstar Vale Odyssey

Sylianos' head popped up from the bush where he was currently hiding from his twin, huge red ears tipping sharply forward to capture the sound of his father's howl. Food! Abandoning the game, he began the arduous process of disentangling himself from the foliage, creating such a racket that Saleem would have no trouble at all finding him.

"Last one there's rotten bird meat!" Sylianos called as he finally broke free of the bush at a lopsided, stumbling trot that soon became a smooth canter. Twigs and leaves clung to his coat, the worst of which would shed from him as he ran, but nonetheless it was a disheveled and dirty boy who arrived before Arsenio.

He wasted no time diving for the otter on the stone and snatching it up in his jaws. He flung it around as proudly as though he had caught it himself, hoping to entice Arsenio into a game of tug, though admonishment might better suit his rude table manners.