Underdog

Fuji was about to give up hope when someone finally answered her call. Her brother’s formal greeting was met with a poked out tongue and a casually thrown “Bakaberu,” a wide smile on her face and the waving of her tail showing there was no malice behind the words. He should know better than to be so formal with her. They had known each other since before they came into this world.

Her stance widened, her front end dipping low as she tried to tuck her chin the way mumma had shown them, but her balance was a little off kilter with the extra weight bought on by the rapidly growing lumps on her head, and her chin almost hit the ground at least once, but her brother was honourable and seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move. With a wide smile on her face and her tail certainly not tucked defensively, she barrelled forward with a fearsome growl, trying to use her momentum to give her brother a good shove, jaws parted to bite at his shoulder.

“Speech”