Temper temper

There was tension everywhere he went, but here….here it was peaceful. There were no adults stewing or troubled, his siblings weren’t around to pick on him or to add to his nervousness. Aside from the doom and gloom across the water, the island was pretty nice…well…except the bat cave. He hated the bat cave.  Spirit was content to lay and stare at the doom and gloom, wondering how long it would be until they could go back home. That is…until his brother rudely stomped onto the beach and kicked him in the butt! The sudden touch startled him out of his daydream with a yelp and lurch forward. Paws splashed into the freezing cold water as he stumbled and then finally turned to stare at his brother in shock. The angry words should have frightened him, but with everything so tense, Spirit’s ears fell back tight to his skull, fur bristling. "“Theres a whole beach! Find your own spot!” He yelled back, intent on defending his spot…if for no other reason than he was tired of Desolate picking on him.

A low growl rumbled in his throat, working himself up to actually doing something. Fortunately, it didn’t take long, as he recalled the times that Desolate had scared him or teased him. His growl quickly turned to a puppy snarl as lips pulled back and his head lowered, making it even with his shoulders. One last huff and he charged forward, paws digging into the sand for grip as he angled his head so that his forehead was aligned to collide with some part of Desolate. There wasn’t a lot of room between them, but he hoped it was enough to give him the momentum to at least knock his brother off balance…preferably to knock him on his butt!