the pointy end

Her sister stuck her tongue out and he gave her a playful nudge to the shoulder in turn with a soft snort. While a generally kind person, she was not going to turn down her sister doing her chores in favor of taking pity and helping out... or so she thought. It served her right for putting her cold paws all over her, but Satire wasn't sure she had it in her to put all of that work on her sister. At least their fight had warmed her up a bit, which meant she would cease with her antics because her paws would no longer have the same effect as before. Satire settled down beside the fire with a content sigh as the baking flames sunk into her fur.

Why would anyone want to leave the den for the cold when they could be having this instead was beyond her. A nap seemed in order, but a nap with a warm body next to her seemed better so she sighed. "I'll still do my chores..." She trailed off.