Kids with guns

Redrum's grin widened as he felt his teeth connect with Ripper's shoulder, the satisfaction of landing even a partial hit evident in the gleam of his eyes. He released his grip on his brother's scruff as Ripper jumped back and off of his scruff, a triumphant bark escaping his brother’s lips.

Ripper declared his victory with a hearty laugh, so Redrum's playful demeanor shifted into a mock scowl. “Ha! Ripper– will not- win- - a second time!” He retorted, his tail wagging eagerly despite his protestations. It was a rush. This competitive spark inside of him.

“Again.” Redrum exclaimed, his enthusiasm still blazing. He dropped into a playful crouch, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the next round. Mischief in his eyes.