Silvertip Mountain antipathy

Byll felt the emptiness of air beneath her teeth, and at the resounding click she snarled in disappointment. No one was safe from her wrath, but there was something to be said about Their behavior toward her brother. They were a great deal more forgiving toward him than anything else, and she felt her annoyance dissipate into nothing. Her eyes turned away again until she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She watched him bare his teeth and Byll was not shy in copying his gestures, I'm in charge, I'm in charge!!!!. Of course it was not to be, she was too fickle, but she still protested nonetheless. In the distance, they would appear as identical as they were. As though there were a mirror.

As he shuffled toward her, Byll nearly withdrew. But he was not Her, and so she let him near, huffing. Byll believed much the same as Buffalo. He was hers, and hers alone. None would take what belonged to her. She claimed him again with a rough nip (rarely could she control herself enough to be gentle) to his cheek, and she leaned into him with all of her weight.