Swiftcurrent Creek Is there a line that we could just go cross?

Viinturuth huffed a breath through his nose in a snort, feigning offence at his littermate's comment. Harsh, he answered simply, his dark eyes glimmering with mischief. There was very little Akavir could say that would rouse offence in the pale ranger. He prowled forward on heavy paws, eager to close the distance between them.

Here and there, he rumbled, reaching to butt the crown of his head roughly to the side of his brother's in boyish affection, everywhere and anywhere.

He withdrew and straightened to look upon raven features, to search for the signs of sorrow in the finer details that he'd grown to expect. Tell me everything, Viinturuth requested.