Two Rivers Isle Big, Bad Wolves

Meanwhile, Pyro was completely ignorant about the threats that lied outside of the boundaries of the isle. Thus, there was nothing for him to worry about other than appeasing his necessities. He looked around desperately for the right place, it couldn't be too open, nor could he ruin dad's markings again. He ended up behind a spruce tree, tangled within it's lower branches, but the calm odor it gave away was perfect to cover his tracks. So he got ready for it, crouching down and arching his back, tail upright and eyes closed as he pushed with his belly.

Vassago couldn't have chosen a worse moment to call for Pyro.

The brown child stopped pooping midway, only emptying half what he needed. His brother's call seemed important, more important than pooping, and so Pyro jumped out of the spruce with urge and sought out his brother. "WHAT HAPPENED?" he asked desperately the moment he saw his brother, and halted right before colliding against him.