Pocket full of posies

When the muffled call of his brother reached him, the blond Fatalis boy was busily stacking smooth stones into a tall pile in a corner of one of the caves near their den. There was no real purpose to it, he was mostly just interested in seeing how tall he could get them to go. So he readily knocked them over, just to hear them tumble to a heap on the ground (it was very satisfying), before ambling towards the sound of Crux's voice. He was well aware that the dark furred boy didn't move quite as fast as the rest of the siblings, and it would probably be easier to meet him halfway. And that he did, catching his brother in the tunnel that led into the cavern where he'd been messing with his rocks.

"What're we gonna braid the flowers for?" he asked as he fell in step with the other boy. Without much thought he nudged his muzzle in close to Crux's, aiming to snag some of the pungent bundle and help carry them the rest of the way to wherever the other boy wanted to settle down.