Swiftcurrent Creek I got my fists on the kitchen table

He snorted, holding back a roll of his eyes as her tail thumped him. “Slow down, killer,” he hummed, and while he tried to keep upbeat as she did, there was still a gnawing worry at what Colt and his crew might try… and having his sister in the crossfires wasn’t ideal.

And yet she very deliberately mentioned staying to be treated like the adult she was—and casting her a sideways glance, he wondered if that was a warning for him to not baby her, and with a scowl, he only gave a brief dip of his muzzle in a silent agreement—at least, for now.

“Yeah. We could definitely use an extra body around here,” he agreed, grateful despite the circumstances. “What’re you good at these days, besides mayhem and mischief?”