Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

It hadn't taken much to regain the upper hand, though he hadn't necessarily had to resort to the quickest action to win. He could have continued to spar with Penn, and maybe make something fun out of it- but instead, he'd chosen to be quick and effective, which ended up throwing Penn back a few paces as he reeled from the sudden attack at his throat. Bronco didn't pursue him, but lifted his head and tail, asserting his physical dominance in a warning, advising his cousin against trying to pick on him again. He was quiet, even though he too panted slightly, as he regarded his foe, and licked his lips in satisfaction as the sour boy cursed at him and stalked off. This was a peaceful pack- and they did not fight for rank or heirarchy- but anyone who'd studied William Golding's Lord of the Flies would know that boys will fight, even if they don't have to. 

Fennec had wandered off, and he thought about following her, even though she likely wanted very little to do with the two boys who'd been incapable of keeping their teenage hormones at bay. Still- he did like hanging out with her over Penn, so he set off to see if he could catch up with her, as long as she was willing to forgive him and Penn for being blockheads.