Noctisardor Bypass Are you sure she's a chick? And not a guy? Or like, part guy part shark?

possibly to be edited/added to a bit more later

Brouhaha flailed her way back up again, fuming to herself and getting in her own way somewhat in her overboiling frustration. How dare he! Hadn't he listened to a single word she'd said?! Why, this was the exact opposite of selfishness, if anything! Here she was trying to keep him from making a stupidly big mistake and make sure all the rest of them knew where one another were and didn't go haring off who-knew-where on wild goose chases so that their family would all be together again once Dad and Pike inevitably did show back up again and come looking for their respective kids/siblings. Right? Right. But her gyrating limbs and terrible positioning were raising enough dirt clouds in the supremely ungraceful process of righting herself that she'd only have gotten a spluttering mouthful of dirt trying to justify all this to her other brother, here, so she held her tongue as she regained her feet and by then it was too late anyway. She stood there steaming for a long moment, her eyes throwing daggers at Spook's hastily retreating backside as she chewed on her words for a bit and sought the perfect comeback.

It didn't come to her, naturally. When did these things ever show up when needed, after all? Stupid brothers! she roared after him, rocking up on her tiptoes with her fur abristle and her face twisted into a disgusted snarl. She could have run after him, sure, but it seemed somewhat pointless, and only likely to get her into possible trouble as well—and not the fun kind, either. ...It didn't take too long after Spook beat a retreat for her fur to droop back down and her face to slump back from quick-sparking anger into mere unhappiness. Her tail nigh dragged itself back into the dust as she in turn turned her back on Spook, stomping a step or two before the heart went out of her and she despondently trailed her way home.