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Temeraire Lupus is by Alaine!
His giant body smashed into his Uncle Bran's and it was evidently clear that Temeraire wasn't really aware of how big he'd grown. He was, for all intents and purposes, still used to being small, hurled around by his Uncles, running into things and having them stay still. He honestly didn't expect his Uncle to topple, the brothers breaking apart at the last moment so that they did not land in a heap. His loud laugh was still a little high pitched, the excited squeak of a puppy while he was considered an adolescent now. His whole back end seemed to wriggle from side to side as he pounced forward, puppy growls trying to permeate his Uncle's rough-housing. He was more than happy to gang up on one of them when they were beating on each other- he'd heard Niernan's words about him being the one to have tripped them before Bran attacked him again.
Teme was more than happy to continue this game and pounced after them, nipping at a toes here, tugging on the end of a tail here. It wasn't until both brothers paused their rough play at Niernan's command, looking at each other conspiratorially that Teme paused. As they turned, almost in unison and entirely creepy, Teme froze, ears slicking against his head and tail tucking as both males pounced after him. He gave a playful yelp, trying to scrabble away before Bran caught him around the waist and tossed him up in the air. His long, gangly legs scrabbled at the air, almost trying to keep him aloft as he fell back to the ground, landing with a harsh 'oof'.
He sat for a moment, dazed at his fall back to the earth. White rimmed ears caught his own name and he looked up, catching Eclipse's comment with a proud yip. I'm allll grown up now! he declared- he didn't want to admit to her that he didn't remember her, he couldn't remember ever meeting her before. He'd just been informed that this was he cousin Eclipse, which he'd accepted with a smile and a nod. Bran's growls and muted howls brought his attention back to his playmates and he glanced over, confusion marring his face for a moment before he heard another name, Niernan's pleas of help.
He'd met Sura about two weeks ago, and he thought she was a bit strange. But his Uncles were trying to involve her, so he figured he might as well go and help. With a playful growl, the boy launched himself forward, large paws hitting Bran's back as he collided once again with the caramel Stormbringer. I'll save you, Uncle Nier! The boy declared, a giggle racing from his lips at he slipped from his precarious position on Niernan, behind Bran. In reality they just ended up looking like a black and brown ball of fighting Stormbringer, just the way he liked it.
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