Tornadic was busy practicing jabs and lunges with his spear in a clearing. With a grunt he twisted his head and threw the spear, landing it dead in the center of a tree. With a grin he went to retrieve it, only to stop short as the sudden scent of his sister wafted toward him.
“Come out Tsuni.” He bid her, his tail waving slightly as he pulled his spear from the trunk of the tree, then turned to face her. He sunk his spear into the ground then approached her, attempting to brush his neck against hers in a warm greeting. “Everything alright?” He asked.