Jealousy's a bad invention

An amused grin crossed Ramsay's face when Vadim's head shot up at his suggestion that maybe eating too much wasn't good for you. He looked bewildered, like he couldn't believe he'd heard such a thing. Well, that would be just like Vadim. Laughing, Ramsay just shook his head. There was no use trying to explain it if his brother didn't already understand. As Vadim changed the subject to say he wouldn't even bother to bet that Greed hadn't been out, Ramsay had to agree. He was right. Greed definitely hadn't been out, after all, the only thing he seemed interested in doing was sulking around by himself. He seemed to have the idea in his mind that he should already be a respected royal king, but Ramsay knew better. They were just pups, there was no way they were going to hold rank over anyone right now. First, they had to learn from their superiors, and explore and build their strength and skills.

Continuing on their forbidden traipse outside the pack lands, he felt his brother leave his side for a moment, but he didn't worry as he glanced around the fascinating territory. his olive green eyes snapped toward Vadim as his brother called out "Look!" Blinking, he bounded over to his brother's side, peering in horror at the strange critter he'd found. "Look how many legs it has!" he exclaimed, watching in disbelief as Vadim reached forward and snatched it in his jaws. His eyes flew wide open, watching the critter squirm. But he began to laugh as he watched Vadim's expression, lips pulled back as he chewed it awkwardly. Of course he was tasting it! Ramsay's laughter grew, until he felt his sides heaving, and he toppled onto his side, his legs flailing. He wasn't sure he'd ever laughed so hard before.

"I can't believe you ate it, Vadim!" he snickered in between bouts of laughter, "I swear, you're so brave. Maybe I'll try and eat the next one!" He wasn't sure if he wanted to eat one, but if Vadim could do it, he was sure he could to. If only to prove that he wasn't a wimp. After all, it was just a stupid little bug. His tummy aching, his laughter began to die down just a little, he rolled back to his paws and stood up, shaking some dust from his pelt. Catching his breath, he looked up and down the marbled wash they were exploring. It was quite vast, and he wondered how far it went. Should they keep going, or just see what they could find on either side of it for now? It wouldn't be good if they ended up lost, and the adults ended up coming to look for them. Then they'd definitely get caught. Taking a deep breath, he looked to his brother. "There's probbly all sorts of weird things down here," he murmured, tail flicking from side to side, "But wanna have a race, and see who gets back where we started faster?" There, that'd be the perfect excuse not to go too far.