THREE MUSKETEERS

Amusement flickered in Oberon's lavender eyes at the nickname. Twinkletoes, hmm? He would come up with something suitable for her later. It would have to be just as creative, and a tinge insulting. Just enough that it would get her up in arms (paws?). Still, his tail wagged in greeting, a few quick flicks that he quickly stilled. It wouldn't do to get too excited, and the wags had escaped him. He would control it. But there seemed to have been no harm done.

It took him a moment to process what Aegira was saying, and by the time he had reacted, his sisters were flinging themselves at him. One of them hit him and Oberon stumbled, his paws sliding, though he managed to just stay on his paws, and then Ananke hit him and he was down and out for the count, hitting the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. A single "Oof!" escaped him as the breath fled his lungs, and then Oberon was leaping to his paws, taking a moment to get his bearings once more.

He crouched low to the ground, ears pinned against his skull as he examined Aegira. "You tried," The male put a hint of amusement into his words as he launched himself forward, aiming to collide with Aegira and knock her down, as she had just done to him. Of course, if she went down, he probably would too, and he had forgotten about Ananke temporarily. This would surely be interesting, at the very least, even if he did not achieve his goal.