10 ways siblings can suck the life out of you

The patter of rain on the roof of the rusted out car was soothing. Few things were these days, so the man was happy to settle into the back seat, resting his head on his paws and just enjoy the moment. It was funny how this place both soothed and worsened the homesickness. It felt good to be somewhere familiar where he could relax, but every object brought back flashes of memories from before that where nearly overwhelming.

A breeze changed the rhythm of the rain for a moment while he shifted into as comfortable a position as the limited space allowed. One of the front seats was missing entirely, maybe he should curl up on the floor instead-

Just then the familiar, brilliantly marked face of his sister came sailing in through a window, startling Ig back to attention. So much for switching spots. The front was probably sopping wet like her now. A few drops flying off Sephira's fur pelted him in the face. "You're never going to stop calling me that, are you?" he griped, shaking his own fur out reflexively after she got him wet. Was there no escape from this persistent sister of his? Sighing and resting his chin back on his paws, Ig raised a brow and studied his muddy, wet sister.

"You've been having fun, haven't you?" It already smelled like wet wolf in here. Fun.