Blackfeather Woods bite

He was up before his parents that morning and already had enough energy to last him without a nap for at least some while.

But first, he had a major discovery.

"Ma?" The boy questioned, for she just had to see what he could do before his brothers figured it out before him. "Ma!" "Bite!" The eldest child chanted, picking up random objects in his mouth, biting down, and dropping it out of his mouth onto the ground only to find yet another object to gnaw on. How his mother would react to this, he knew exactly for he had seen his mother to the exact same thing to a moving person only days before; he knew she would approve. Then, he had another idea. Maybe if he bit her like she did to that screaming guy, she would take him for a walk again. This seemed a reasonable and justified idea and he did so, biting down on his mother's forepaw with tiny tiny baby teeth. Fun.

He was trying to sleep. Yet Atshen was being a horribly annoying thing, and his expression was one if displeasure as he eyed the boy. He clamped his jaws over whatever he could find, repeating a single word as he did so. 

Taking inspiration from this, the grey pup stood and casually strolled toward his brother, eyes fixated on his tail. He struck, clamping his jaws around whatever part of his brothers rear he could, and biting down with his sharp baby teeth. Maybe his brother would be all quiet and motionless after this, like the loud wolf his mother had bitten. Bites were good.

The pain of sharp teeth was not what caused him to scream.

It was the fact his little brother was the one that had dared to cause it.

Abandoning is position at his mother's tail, the boy quickly whipped around to glare at the other, a face full of seething and pure resentment. Of all his siblings, he hated Abraxas the most. The younger did everything, so perfect, mother's favorite. Was he not the eldest? Was it not Atshen's duty to be the bossy just as mother was? He had come into the world first, and therefore, this world was his to inherit, not the skinny little loser that was Abraxas. "NO!" The child commanded, right after pulling free of the other's teeth and flinging his body weight on the other's head; anything that would shield the view of his annoying, idiotic, stupid little brother's face. Truly, as he carried on his action, it was the rage that consumed him and eventually, it was no longer a joke. Unconsciously, the boy sought to silence the other in the best way possible; permanently. Paws clambered to push his smaller sibling's head into the ground, yellow eyes lit with the hereditary rage of his mother. Atshen would not be ridiculed, he would not be humiliated. He was the firstborn, and this was his town. 

needless to say, his sibling was not in the slightest okay with his rear being attacked. this came as no surprise, nor did his angry screech, yet his sudden attack had the smaller boy, yet to hit the growth spurt his brother had, underneath the boy. his brothers actions were not playful but driven by rage, as many fights between the siblings were. Abraxas could not recall an occasion when fighting had been but a game, and this occasion proved to be no different. 

paws, shoving his face into the earth. he did not struggle blindly, mind searching for an attack that would free his face and allow him proper breath. suddenly he twisted, jaws attempting to catch with a quick strike one of the paws of his brother that attempted to shove his face into the earth. oddly, he did not panic, but familiar rage begun to blossom, slowly, in his mind.

briefly, they scuffled, and finally Abraxas writhed away, with a snarl and a gaze that spoke of future retribution, finally slipping back the way he had come.