Once upon a time not long ago

Ludovic observed his brother's enthusiasm with a flicker of amusement, his mismatched eyes tracking Indica's every movement. “We’ll rip it apart together,” he said with a nod, his tail swaying with a mixture of anticipation and delight.

He crouched lower, muscles coiled and ready to spring. His keen eyes stayed fixed on the hollow, attuned to the slightest movement from the hole. As Indica circled around, Ludovic's focus never wavered. The sounds of his brother's efforts reached his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement. Inky was making quite the ruckus over there!

Poised and ready to pounce at the first sign of the weasel, he muttered to himself, “Let's see how long it can hold out.” His smirk widened as he imagined their mother's approval. Then he heard it – a stirring, a panicked squeak close to the edge of the burrow. He tensed, keeping his breathing calm as he waited for the weasel's mad dash. Just a little more…

And there it was. The little weasel popped right out, right into Ludo's jaws where it met it's swift end. Oops. He was supposed to keep it alive! Looking to his brother sheepishly, the boy shook the limb body, tail lashing as he set his stance like he would in a battle. The offer was clear. Ragdolls were meant for tug of war.


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