Nothing but a game

“You’re just jealous that I’m cooler than you!” Rog fired back, grinning only to have his thoughts come to a grinding halt as a growl radiated from behind him. He gave a shrill “Eek!” and scampered behind his brother, hair on end and tail between his legs.

He looked, wide eyed between his brother’s ears attempting to make sense of just what had been behind him- it had touched him for Pete’s sake! It looked like a girl…Sort of. He couldn’t quite make sense of what was on top of her head, he knew his father had a small patch of fur between his shoulder blades that was longer than the rest of his fur, and he knew the fur on the sides of his mother’s face hung down past her neck, but neither of them had as much long fur as she had and certainly not growing out of the tops of their heads. It made her strange, but more importantly she had embarrassed him, which made her worse than strange; it made her a freak.

“And what the fook are you supposed to be?!” He barked, narrowing his olive eyes, and stepping out from behind his brother with his hackles raised, emboldened from using one of the grown-up’s-only  words he’d heard his father say once or twice. Amos had already used his mother’s word; “Bullshit” so if he threatened to tattle he would just tattle right back.

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