Neverwinter Forest will it spin, will it soar

not even the half-dusk afforded by the thick cover of trees could conceal the radiant grin on arcturus' face as jarilo turned to meet him: it was half warm smile, half devilish smirk of guilt -- and all affection as he propped up on his hind legs to box his older brother and in turn fell back, pinned between jarilo's strong forearms.

he gummed the thin arm of his brother affectionately, his tail beating in drumming percussion against the ground. in answer to jarilo's question the dark cub paused a moment as if thinking of a reply ('following you, dummy' his grin seemed to convey); and then he snapped playfully at his brother's muzzle before wriggling to attempt to get out from under him. if exploring was on his silver-furred kin's docket, arcturus would be happy to provide company.