self loathing, probably??

The speed at which Jiro moved was sloth-like. His already long limbs practically dragging through the dirt as if he couldn't even manage to pick up his paws. In reality, he just likes the feeling of the ground rubbing along the tops of his paws. It itches an itch that he can't really explain and unknowingly to him, its because he's growing at an exponential rate and it hurts. And instead of complaining about it to his own mother, he had flopped himself down in Sedna's hut because she at least didn't titter over him as if he had broken a bone. The older woman ignored him as she worked and when she was finally done listening to him, had shoved a bag of herbs into his mouth and told him to figure it out.

Making his way back toward the den he shared with his siblings, he noticed Ryo sitting in the communal area. His not-twin looks busy which gives him the perfect opportunity to scare her. Sliding into the shadows of the bamboo, Jiro rounds the areas until he is coming up behind his sister. Slowly, he slides belly against the ground toward her until he is a foot or so away. With herbs still in his mouth, he pounces atop Ryo with a muffled cackle before he falls over onto his side. Stuck in a fit of laughter, he has to stop before he chokes on his package.

Once he can control himself, Jiro rights himself and looks at Ryo. "Ryo, helf me wiff tea?" He requests, widening his eyes and sticking out his lip from around his spice and herb bundle. He even wags his tail softly against the dirt until a cloud of dust rises into the air.