Secret Woodlands the myth of fingerprints

His sister was so annoying with her constant harassments, and thus a snarl had formed on his features, a playful and annoyed snarl, even a bit defensive, but a snarl nonetheless when his sister had gone after him, batting at her with his paws until his mother pulled her away from them, a soft huff and a frown on his features as he plopped back down. Why did she always go after him? Enia didn’t, that was for sure! So what made her so aggressive – he didn’t mind the challenge but when it was while he was trying to take a nap, it got tedious.

His venture at sleep hadn’t lasted very long, because soon enough he became aware of his mother carrying his sister outside, and the curious child was forcing himself to his paws, nose crinkling lightly as he blinked a few times, warding off the uneasy drowsiness that had come from wandering around. He wasn’t going to let his sister go outside without him, no way! After all, she seemed to be always getting into trouble and he was there to make sure she didn’t!

There were adults outside, more than just the familiar form of his mother, and it caused his head to tilt curiously to the side, remaining silent and true to his nature, and carefully watching as his mother walked off with one of them, a frown striking at him since he’d missed the words between him before Flair was bouncing up and down, and Cináed saw his opportunity for revenge.

He crouched down for a second, butt wriggling in the air for a second or so, before launching at his sister, aiming for her tail since his had turned into her favorite chew toy it seemed… see how she likes it!

A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health