Strike a violent pose

The devious grin curving his ebony lips curled further, olive green eyes hardening into a positively wicked expression when he saw the subtle signs of Vadim's temper flaring. Ramsay's blond tail shifted into the air, his nose twitching and causing a slight wrinkle in his muzzle when his brother retorted with a smug jab. So, Vadim thought he was the better hunter already, did he? He heard the boy laughing at his own teasing remarks, causing a low growl to rumble in Ramsay's throat. "You think you're better than me, Vadim?" he snarked, not sure why he felt so aggravated today - it wasn't Vadim's fault, he was just feeling pent up, "We'll see about that! So you got lucky a few times, the prey is just fat and lazy right now 'cause it's summer - I'm gonna be a better hunter than you when things get tough! And I'm going to be the best fighter." He eyed his brother through a narrowed gaze, wondering how Vadim would take that.

Ramsay couldn't believe his ears when his brother mentioned Abelinda. He didn't want to hear about the woman who'd given them life. He'd never acknowledge her as his mother again, as he'd accepted long ago that she had abandoned them, and he wasn't going to let her back into his life. As if he'd ever depend on her for anything again. "Don't talk to me about mom!" he snapped, tail flicking as he stomped a paw in Vadim's direction, "She's not even worth mentioning right now. I'd rather starve than go to her." He turned his head, glaring into the distance. It was a touchy subject, and even though he was feeling snappy about it, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Looking back to Vadim, he wondered what his brother was going to say next - he better not say anything else about that woman for now.