He took his time responding to his sister’s call, still envious that she had gotten to go to the festival. He approached her with his spear in his jaws, his tail flagging out behind him as he crept toward her, ominous in his approach. He stuck his spear into the snow packed earth and shook out his fur, tufts of downy hair snowing from his form. “You called?” He asked, forcing his voice to be deeper than it actually was in an attempt to seem more mature. He wouldn’t let her know how jealous he was of her, but all his thoughts came to a halt as he noticed the small deformations in his sister’s skull. “What happened to your head?!” He cried shrilly, his eyes wide, wondering if she had even noticed that her skull seemed to be deformed.
