let's play

Wendigo wriggled around just far enough so he could see his little brother. He didn't bother to lift his head so his cheek bunched up around his eye forcing him to regard Macabre solely with the other. "Yes, Wendigo." Save for that one eye roving over the boy, Wendigo's expression remained unchanged as he studied him. This was the first time he'd seen one of his little siblings. They'd been too tiny until now, which was an excuse he honestly didn't believe because if he'd been able to be around them he would have been the best most protective big brother ever.

"Play?" He leaped up suddenly and spun a quick circle before moving to loom over Macabre excitedly. "Oh, I just love to play! What do you want to do?" Wendigo was a sucker for games. All kinds of games, really. Chasing, pouncing, burning. You know, the classics.

"Speech"