don't be so serious

The palpable frustration was just as satisfying as outright fear, because it meant that this littlest sibling had a backbone. The mock lunges that punctuated the accusations of bullying brought a grin to his chiseled features, and his mottled banner wagged lightly at his heels. Alright, maybe it was time to ease of a bit. And the little one was right, he wasn't Ichor. Close enough, though. He dropped onto his rump and then lowered himself onto his elbows to peer into the mouth of the whelping den. "I'm Viscera," he rumbled with a small, cheesy smile. "Ichor is my twin brother." he added, if only just to explain why he happened to look like a scaled up version of the sharp, chaotic gremlin that haunted the pack lands.

"I think I missed your litter's naming, what's your name?" he asked in return with a little tilt of his head. Crossing his paws over one another at the wrist, he idly traced thoughtless patterns into the loose, sandy soil with his talons. Maybe he could convince the kid to ditch bed time and come toss stuff into one of the lava floes for a little while. Might as well snag some sibling bonding time where he could, right? Surely mom wouldn't mind.