What is war

The two, apparently vicious little kids, would fall to their work with relish. Fal took her cue from her brother, and tore off another of the branches on the vine he had found. At least in the grapevine, vine’s where an easy thing to come by.

Of course, now Pyr was in the way, sticking his little body into the hole so he could get his spikes into a decent spot. She wasn’t expecting Pyr to suddenly jerk in surprise, and her own thorns fell from her mouth as she glanced at her brother. What was wrong?

He yelled out to her, and then suddenly he was back peddling. Fel grabbed a mouthful of rump fur and helped to jank her brother backwards, and out of the hole. Already a growl was growling in her throat, her fur bristling with rage. How dare it! It didn’t matter that the two had been Sabotaging its den. To Fel, it only mattered that it had threatened her brother.