Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

Once he realized that she had something, he knew she'd go for him so he began to steer away, backpedal, side-step- anything to avoid having that raggedy corpse pushed against his fur. Unfortunately, his paws were still larger than his brain told him they were (in his mind they were petite, adorable) and he tripped up. He felt something soft and frail get pushed against his chest, and he immediately dry-heaved. He tried to push his sister and her musty, dead-thing out of his face. 

He stumbled away, leering and gagging. 

"Sa se degoutan!"

By this point in his life, he'd firmly decided that his sister should have been named "Disobeille." It wasn't like there would ever exist any rules that she might even consider fobeying. Not shoving a musty, disgusting, dried-up corpse in anyone's face was common courtesy, but she seemed to overlook those things with a passion. He recoiled a bit and regarded her with a mix of disgust and contempt. 

"Gen yon bagay ki mal avèk ou."