He laid there with his breath hitched in his throat, waiting impatiently for something to gobble his sister up… but nothing came. Nothing scooped her up or dragged her out of the den…
But something did rush at the tawny Stark and knock her off hers, causing a yelp to escape her. He shuffled forward, his navy pools widening as his bottom jaw popped open. His little pudgy body began to vibrate as he tried to decipher what had happened, but everything pieced together once he saw a familiar heap of blonde fur. Leith, of course. He should have known. A frustrated grumble escaped the boy as he pushed himself into a sloppy sitting position, his chin tipping from side to side as he watched his sister attempt to nip him in return. They were just asking to be scolded by their parents! A shrill bark escaped him as he attempted to break up the scuffle from where he was sitting. He didn’t want to get in the middle of their fight—not if he didn’t have to.