the clowns are honking agressively

Majima wasn't quite as lanky as Kaizen yet, give him a few more weeks of growing before he really hit his stride and became gangly. For now he certainly wasn't a small pup but he was already shorter than several of his siblings... Kaizen being one of them. He was lingered in the bamboo when he heard a strange swishing sound. Curious and certain there was still much more of the world he hadn't seen he sought out the source, his brother's form coming into view just as a thwack replaced the swishing and Majima watched his brother smack a stick directly into the bamboo. Pushing his way through the stalks Majima approached, head tilted slightly. "What are you doing?" He asked in the tongue his father and mother spoke. It was maybe a blunt question but his tone wasn't harsh, just curious.