King Elk Forest Me, Myself, and Them

Vidaar couldn't stand the waiting around. He had his brother and sister to look after, but where was his mother and the other adults that were supposed to be looking after them? Vidaar was constantly on edge, he felt like he couldn't rest. There were too many people coming and going from his life to count and now there was no one except his siblings and his mother. He liked it in a way. But it also confused him and gave him an eerie feeling. He felt a rage welling up inside him that needed to be released. He glanced at @Venere, then at @Vaska. Stay or fight. He growled as he tore his claws into the ground of the cavern and towards the exit into the forest. He knew not where he was going, only that he needed to find an outlet for the bubble of rage that was about to burst.

Stay or fight. Venere enjoying fighting, so she got up and followed after Vidaar. Vaska, she knew, would likely lay low. Outside the cavern, Venere blinked in the bright light. She approached her brother, lifting her tail over her back and letting out a low growl. Fight me, she challenged.

Vidaar had given her a warning, and he couldn't handle anything more at that moment. Without any preamble he gave a ferocious snarl and charged his sister. He hadn't originally wanted to hurt her, but a red haze had clouded his vision, and now it was all he could see or hear. There was no reasoning with him now. At nearly 12 weeks he still his milk teeth, but they'd still hurt if he put enough force behind him. Which was his plan as he a aimed a quick strike behind @Venere's ear.

Before she had time to defend, Vidaar was upon her. Venere gave a sharp squeal that turned into a snarl as a piece of her ear tore away. Now she was seeing red, too. She could not remember her first fight with her brother, but she remembered the taste of his blood. It had been her first taste, and now something in her craved more. She threw herself at Vidaar, sharp teeth snapping at his face and neck.

Vidaar winced away from his sister, causing her to tear into his face more. There were two puncture wounds, one by his nose and another by his eye. Blood began to pool and weep, it only served to increase his angry haze. He rose up on his forepaws, bringing his claws down to strike Venere's face.

Claws came for her face, and Venere only just managed to close her eyes in time, though she felt the sting of her skin tearing and then the hot blood as it began to roll down her face. Snarling, Venere threw herself at her brother, snapping and snarling, her teeth aimed for his face.