Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

"Hurry Up."

He was always so mean! Her brother snapping no matter whether whatever she said, whether it be nice or,...well...nicer? She hadn't ever been mean to her older brother. She was never mean to anybody, because what was the point? All that did was make problems. And he was making a problem by being mean. But what could she do? Nothin', thats what. He was bigger, older, and apparently quicker at hunting than she was,

"Hey, Siq, you smell-"

"Shut.Up."

because she was late to the party.
An internal huff screased through her bored lungs, and she gave him a brief 'sorry'. She wanted to give him a little lick on the side of hs mouth, because it hurt her even more knowing she just kept irritating him. But last time she tried, she had-  well...that was then, and this was now. Maybe she could try and picksome flowers for him later? Shaking her head after he had finished glancing over his shoulder at her, she kept pace after he gave her some encouraging words. Food! She had a tail so high it almost flew off her body. The yearling was so excited, it was almost hindering her ability to keep up; but they both knew that was impossible. She was from a family that lived for a good run. And well, drugs. They liked that kinda thing, too. 

So yea, she kept up. Gave him some space so he wouldn't snap back at her; he did that kinda thing if she zipped a bit too close to him. And together, they flew through the trees as quick as their legs would allow. Inside however, she seriously hoped they wouldn't get snatched up by the pack here. He did smell the pack that lived around here, didn't he?