Tough Shit

Xairo jolted at the sudden voice, his disheveled fur standing on end. His piercing green eyes whirled in surprise, head swinging around to find his brother grinning mischievously at him. Xairo growled, posturing himself into a defensive stance, but the twinkle in Ludo's eyes immediately stilled him. He knew that look; it was akin to the spark of a fire, a signal of the mischief that would soon follow.

"Ludo," Xairo snarled, a playful undertone seeping into his tone as he feigned annoyance. His fluffy tail swished against the forest floor, “You’re lucky I didn’t bite your head off! And just for that! I might do it anyways.” He paused for a moment, letting the mock threat hang in the air between them, before his own lips curled into a grin to mirror his brother's- muscles tensing in preparation for what was about to come.

"Xairo Saxe"