Dragoncrest Cliffs who's better than you?

@Aminthe? :D

his ears were nearly fully standing by now — only the tips remained flopping, giving him a near comical look. with this transition had come a better sense of hearing. not to mention his paws still remained oversized despite his newfound mobility with them.

often times he could be found just beyond the den. the clearing before it offered much more enrichment than the depths of the den.

it was even better when somebody else was out here though and currently he could not find anyone to entertain him. so he loudly and eagerly babbled some nonsense sounds, but often a sound he used to try and coax his sister or mothers.

:D

Aminthe heard the babbling of her brother from where she lay in the den entrance. She was only half asleep, but the enticing call of her brother brought her back to fully awake. She stood and considered bounding straight for him but then had a better idea.

She quietly scooted out and found a rock to hide behind—not a difficult thing for such a tiny girl. She waited there for a few moments, just to really add to the surprise. 

When she thought he would least expect it, the seastar jumped out at her brother, releasing a loud: ahhhhh! as she moved through the air. Truly she couldn't do much, but that didn't mean it wasn't fun.

quennell, very promptly in this developmental moment, decided he did not like surprises. not surprises he didn't do, anyway.

AHHHHH! he screamed back, anger painted fresh on his boyish features. a look he had only just started to understand making. NUH-UH! puppy barked at her, a prickly sea urchin if his sister was a seastar.

he sought to retaliate with puppy teeth at her feet.

Aminthe was highly amused by the fact that she had startled her brother. She barked back and danced around as he tried to go for her feet. 

Eventually, she fell on the ground on her back, taken over by a fit of giggles. She wouldn't fight whatever Quennell did next.

quennell was a fierce boy by all means, but he was not overly cruel in these types of scuffles. just...mildly rude!

so he found joy in her toppling over from giggles and his attack.

the only logical next move was to sit on top of her and howl out triumph.

Suddenly, her brother was sitting on her, howling and looking very proud of himself. This brought a devilish smile to her face. 

Aminthe started to nip at his butt and tail with sharp baby teeth. Her bites were playful but hard enough to hopefully startle him off of her so she could try to sit on top of him.

his BUTT!

quennell had never felt such grand disrespect before. granted his life was currently short and blissful.

so he would pop right off of her, a squeal in his throat. only her nips had prompted him to move and move fast. he found himself plagued by a case of the zoomies, zipping around their play area as if his sister had set his tail on fire.

Her tactic worked! Soon her brother was off of her and running around like something was chasing him. 

Aminthe thought this was the most entertaining thing she'd ever seen. She stayed where she was but but swivled her body to wherever Quennell was, barking excitedly at him.

each bark only fueled his zoomie madness.

with this, he zipped around her in circles. donuts, if you will. eventually he would find himself exhausted enough to flop unceremoniously at his sister's paws.

tongue hanging out, tail thumping at the earth. today was a good day.