Tough Shit

Ludovic prowled through the Sound’s forest, the sun casting dappled shadows on his fiery red and monochrome fur. His mismatched eyes scanned the underbrush for any sign of his brother. Blue was hard to miss, even if it was no longer purely ivory snow all around them.

Eventually, he spotted a familiar silhouette moving through the brush. Ludo’s lips curled into a confident smirk as he approached his brother from behind. A slow, steady stalk. His charcoal tail flicking out behind him as he crept up closer and closer. He didn’t want to pounce on Xairo, just give him a little sweet nothing in his ear. Not yet… not yet… now.

“Xairo,” Ludovic whispered once he thought he was close enough without being noticed, his voice tinged with amusement and impish amusement. “I've been looking for you.” Boys will be boys, right?


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