Despite his sister’s display of pride, the golden boy was dead set on revenge against his chortling dark brother. Realization lit Hati’s eyes, and he spun away to flee, Skoll hot on his heels. For a few minutes, sun chased moon, orbiting around the piles of snow until the chase ended in a heap. Like yin and yang, the brothers tumbled over each other into the white stuff, where they writhed briefly before a low whine reached Skoll’s ears.
Relinquishing his grip on Hati’s thrashing tail, the blonde Haskel blinked and looked to his despondent sister. Her tail and ears hung, her mood changing seemingly out of nowhere. While normally he would dismiss it as a girl thing, he didn’t like to see his siblings upset. He liked to think himself as the head of the litter, whether or not that was true, and as head he had the responsibility to look over his brother and sister and protect them.
“Whassa matter, Lottie?” Skoll asked, padding up to her. Hati popped his head out of the snow and made as if to ambush his brother, but somberness took over for a brief minute as the male puppies approached their whimpering sibling with tilted heads and wide eyes.
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