Whitebark Stream tumble weed

A yowl of surprise came, and the tiny hunter beamed a triumphant smile. His sister writhed beneath his grasp and he aimed to pin her in place with alabaster paws, yet she managed to twist just enough to clack her vicious baby teeth in his direction. He jerked his head away, free of her attack.

No fair! Winter's open-mouthed growl seemed to say, a mere warning. How dare she turn such weaponry on him when he had not assaulted her so violently!? He'd been on the receiving end of Storm's jagged canines several times before and should she persist, he wouldn't hesitate to use his own.