Puppy-palooza!

When freedom was finally presented to the pale child, he took it and ran. Much like a street rat with stolen loaves, they were gong to have to drag him back into the hole by force now. The sun was impossibly bright, and already he felt the heat of it against his flesh. Carefree and heedless of the sun's dangers, he wandered off without much of a plan in mind. Aethon was halfway towards simply vanishing down the path away from the den when he heard his sister squeal, and immediately turned to look. There was Phobia, being a shit disturber. Two could play that game. Even as their sire cuffed the largest boy over the head and forced him to apologize, the gangly youngster was making a beeline for his brother.

As their father turned away, and Phobia too made off towards the lonely hollows and crevices of the red rock pillars nearby, Aethon picked up the pace. He all but dashed after his brother, eager to bully him. Their sisters were smaller, and it was far more fun to bully someone your own size. The dark furred boy had hardly settled down when Aethon leapt at him, teeth bared in a mockery of a snarl as he pounced on his brother's hindquarters. "Your turn!" he cried, aiming to set upon his brother's scruff with his regular, standard issue puppy teeth.