Boartusk Heights flow like a river

Success! His almighty heave brought the bone back over his metaphorical line in the sand, hauling Nymphora along with it. He back-peddled a few paces with it firmly clutched in his jaws, brimming with pride as his sister now sat spluttering and covered in dirt.

Her cry in their mother's tongue was met only with a smug snort as Vincent let the bone fall to the ground and placed a paw upon it triumphantly as he watched her furious display. For a moment, it looked as if she was about to make a grab for it again and her brother stood ready to defend his prize, until instead the girl reverted back to hurling insults.

Scowling, he looked elsewhere, avoiding Nymphora's scathing, tear-pricked glare while trying to pretend her words didn't hurt.

However, when his sister finally turned and stalked away, Vincent was left with a wounded ego and the toy he now cast a scornful look to. "I'm not a baby," he muttered under his breath, giving it one final swipe of his paw, sending it over the cliff edge where it then shattered upon the rocks below.