Northstar Vale yellowbark

The whiskers under his nose bunched and his muzzle wrinkled the moment the mouse moved. He leaped forward, moving in tandem with his twin, but although they had a nearly telepathic bond, Sylianos still had a lot to learn about teamwork.

He reached with his muzzle at precisely the moment his brother did, at the wrong angle. At best, they would just bump jaws; at worst, Saleem's teeth would graze the top of his muzzle as he made a last second effort to adjust, one second too late, and too far away from the mouse to boot.