As Mac bit Ghoul’s foreleg, the larger boy held steadfast and soon began to lean into him. As expected, he let go, rolling a stride to narrowly avoid the swoop of his brother’s hind paws nearly thumping into him. A kick of those legs could send the speckled boy flying if he so wished, and he leaped to his feet, quick and spry as he could. Taking advantage of the fact that Ghoul was on his side, the child grinned, his lumineecent eyes flashing mischeviously as he aimed to hop onto his rose-pelted brother’s side, using some of his smaller, yet sturdy body weight to keep the larger boy from effectively trying to get onto his feet. If successfuly, he’d chuckle as he then would try and rapidly bat his forepaws at Ghoul’s own forepaws, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to get up so easily. Not with a little black and white tick of a brother, anyways.
