Bearclaw Valley first victim

large paws that promise a large figure lash clumsily at the air—more often than not missing his brother entirely, but that would not stop him. the den is then filled with their soft growls and whines, a backdrop that would not only rouse their litter mates and mother, but annoy. 

jackdaw grunts with effort as he makes his move. rolling his chubby form, or at least trying to get the momentum to do so. and when he does, he topples onto his brother, smothering him with fur and gentle nips.