Word Count: 484 - SoSuWriMo
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Emwe crashed victorious through the vegetation, and quite full of himself. He headed north at full speed, and though his body was heavier than that of his brother, he was larger, his legs were longer, and perhaps he was stronger — that last part he wasn't so sure about. But his brother was small, anyways, and Emwe was big, and that was good now as it had been when they were children. The smile on the young male's face could challenge the row of pearly whites in any colgate commercial, and his tongue flapped out of his mouth and to the side as he ran, air rushing by and rippling the fur on his face, ears, front legs. It felt good, when he ran. Refreshing, exciting. Sometimes, Emwe would run just for the sake of it; the teen had no problems with energy, rather the opposite. He had a lot of it, and some preferred that he did not spend it in the ways he did, at the times he did. He was also very competitive, and so the reason for the grin that split his face was mostly from beating his smarter brother Conor, and just a little because it was fun. He liked teasing Conor — it came so naturally, too. Usually, it was Conor who won things, because he used tricks that were totally unfair. But not this time, this time he was going to lose!
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He almost had to stop himself from snickering as he grew ever closer to the north. The smell of sea water was more prominent as he closed in on the harbor of Wolfville. The scent of Conor, however, stayed behind at a distance that was sometimes closer, sometimes not. That is, untill Emwe's ears hear his brother whimper. He slowed from a full-out sprint to a jog or tror-like tempo, and his two ears moved around as if searching for more sounds. There came none. One eyebrow curled and pointed with one end towards the top of his skull, and he slowed further, to a walk, then a halt. Still, even though he was not moving, he could hear nothing. The male turned, and saw nothing. Curious (or was he worried?), Emwe called out in the direction he had come from. "Conor?" Front legs took hesitating steps forward, back towards where his brother undoubtedly could be found. Now they walked, now they jogged along, retreating further back following the scent of Conor. Soon enough he could see his brother's form lying on the snow and he whimpered, a sound mirroring the one he had heard some moments ago. His tail was drooping slightly as he walked closer to his brother and studied him. What had happened? He prompted his brother again, no with a much lower voice, and some of his concern shone through that voice which was quickly changing as he closed in on adulthood. "Conor?"