Might as well, right?

It didn't occur to him that his actions might have irritated the boy he was playfully harassing. The older boy asked him to get off, a request that Ansem reluctantly obliged. He rolled off the pelt until he was on bare ground, frowning until the other boy said he was trying to take it back to his den to set up a clinic. His ears perked then, "A clinic? What's a clinic? Can I help?" He jumped to his feet, tail wagging as he...didn't exactly wait for an answer. He grabbed an edge of the fur and headed in the direction Crux had been going, bouncing along without a care and without even thinking about the fact the other boy had been struggling to begin with.