Bearclaw Valley some words with a mummy

Aventus yelped when his sister's bony shoulder found purchase between his ribs. The sensation hovered somewhere between pain and tickling and made him yawn his jaws wide, relinquishing the carcass. Avicus was able to take it from him intact, but Aventus wasn't so easily deterred!

He veered clumsily, swinging his tender side away from his sister, only to lunge again. His aim was for the side of her neck rather than the chickadee, as she might expect. If he met his mark, he would clamp down as hard as possible with sharp teeth. He lacked the strength and the conviction to do any serious harm, but bite inhibition was a concept that still escaped him.

Besides, she hit first!