pup patrol

Levi let out a disgruntled oof as the air was walloped out of his lungs, strong enough that he was swept off his feet like he weighed next to nothing. His eyes narrowed into a squint as he looked up at his snotty-nosed sister-literally, not meant as an insult- unsurprised but clearly displeased by her overzealous display. Clambering to his paws, he leaned back up onto his hind legs to give the pale of her muzzle a warning nip. Just so they were even on the physical tit-for-tat she'd unintentionally started.

"I'm busy." He emphasised, a little snooty,  as though it was possible for a kid his age to really know the meaning of the word. So many things to see and bite, so little time. "Patrolling and stuff."

And then he began to toddle off, urgency in his steps as he retrod worn paths already pressed into the mud. He had a lot of ground to cover and not much time to do it in if he wanted to go for a swim later, before the tides rolled back out. Except then he paused, his brows furrowed.

"You can come, if you want."