Danger noodle

Ruin saw it coming and went to dart away, but it was too late! She saw his shadow loom over her, the white of his belly got closer and closer and then she was smushed. Her tiny form crushed beneath her leviathan of a brother. The air was forced from her lungs in one great rush and her legs were splayed side ways as she was pressed uncomfortably to the ground. She couldn't move, couldn't protest as the weight continued to bear down on her- she knew she'd well and truly lost. That her brother had forcibly snatched victory from her, but Ruin wouldn't let him bask in his victory. Just because.

The yelp of pain that slipped from her muzzle wasn't a lie, not outright at least. He was starting to hurt her but not to the extent where it warranted such a shrill and squeaky alarm, genuine and convincing, with a little bit of a wheeze thrown in for extra measure. Just to run home how awfully mean he was.