Twinning

Even in the heat of the moment, he followed Haiku’s guidance without thought. Moving into the foliage at his brothers behest. Rustling through the greenery and feeling the mixture of sharp and soft scrape against his coat. The sensation of freedom and new things only excited him. Man, he wanted to howl his delight. The silly puppy ‘awooool’ that they had been learning in the den. (To the exasperation of his poor mumma and her ears) he managed to bite it down, a soft gurgling in his throat stating his desire to cry his joy.

The foliage thinned, and then it was just trees and sky above them. He walked in tandem with his brother. In the small confines of the den, they were always tripping over each other, and had learned to walk with the weight of his twin pressed lightly against his side. He matched his stride with Haiku, the sound of their footfalls joined together. His tail flicking lightly against his brothers side. Oh, he wanted to howl and cry and roll in the grass. He wiggled his butt, the only warning that he was planning mischief, before he leapt forward. Cat-like whiskers scratching against Haiku’s chin ruff. “Tag, your it!” he tried, leaping away from his brother.

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