Crazy Rabid Squirrel

ooc. so late. As usual. Still hella sorry, Laz D:

A low chuckle sounded from their nephew, followed by "Feeling inadequate, Kaine?" The earthen beast kept their grin firmly in place, glancing at their paws. "Never, dear nephew. Competition only serves to liven things up, no?" Rumbling vocals came easily, with the quirk of a brow in question. A few more steps were taken to close the distance between them as Malleus turned to face them. The young prince made a point to put great thought to relinquishing his task.

Wearing a duly serious expression, the silvered male asked "You sure you want to make that offer? It'd be a tough act to follow..." To which Kaine could only let loose a peal of booming laughter, chin tipped toward the heavens. "In all seriousness, though? I'm parched."

Stepping to one side, the sandy titan slipped past their nephew. Liver toned pads on their forepaws curled as their talons sunk into the terra. "How is life suiting you, Malleus?" They questioned over the sound of tearing grass roots. Surely things had improved for Amon's children with the claim of the empire in these lands, but it didn't hurt to ask.