I'm Not a Cynic

Clouse tried to fly over the beach's sands but they grabbed at his paws and slowed him down instead. He could hear Ellery behind him and steadily growing closer, and the young wolf knew he wasn't going to make it but didn't give up. Even as she passed him and cut off his path, he danced back and forth a few times, attempting to out-maneuver the far more experienced Hervok. It was her claims that finally made Clouse pause, gray eyes shifting toward quizzical and black brows drawing together.

"Help? ... wh-what do I need helped with?"

He pedalled back a few steps, trying maintain at least enough distance that she couldn't outright grab him. If Ellery really wanted to, she could quite literally drag her little brother all the way back home.