Stone Circle sticks

Charles was in charge - for now. Riley eyed Leta, in a manner that was all-together too interested. He knew what he wanted to do once Leta's expression lit up.

Stepping over his brother, Riley's expression -- which before had simply been a mixture of dullness and sourness -- transformed into an ugly grin which showed the bottom of his teeth. "No."  His paw rested firmly on the stick, while most of his body blocked Charles from Leta (and vice versa). Riley's gaze met Leta with unflinching coldness, that sneer still remaining plastered across his mug.