Brotherly... tolerance?

His dreams started off pleasantly, catching those dastardly field mice in the grasses… it was sunny, with a pleasant breeze making the dancefloor.. Well, dance. The grass carried along with it the rustling sounds of life, and the scuttles of small prey… Until all at once he laid eyes upon a dark figure in the grass. The sun turned into a moon, the breeze turned cold and still. Even the grass changed colors and shifted into deadened yellow. And the boy, with his fur bristling, could not move as the cougar stalked him again.

Then, a voice rang out loudly- shouting ’Wakey wakey!’ And the vermillion boy was sent into a startled break to awakeness. A creepy sensation upon his face, Redrum screeched -snapping his jaws closed as he scrambled to sit upright. Unfortunately, the poor lizard that was Sawbone’s prank had ended up chomped in half, one piece writhing on the floor, the other bloody and desperate within Redrum’s jaws.

As he realized what had happened, his gaze on the mirthful form of his brother, he dropped the other half of the lizard on the ground. His brows furrowed, bloodied teeth out for display as he yelled at Sawbone. “Sawbone wants. to- laugh? Redrum will wipe- that smile, off his. face!” The large boy shot forward at his brother, attempting to bite him wherever possible.