too bad there aren't any cliffs here

Maelstrom had no idea of the predicament of the whole brother and not-brother situation so her statement brought an eye roll from him. "Obviously I'm not your brother," he grumbles, confused and thinking that she's possibly dumber than he originally thought. Not like she really gives him time to process it either. Next thing he knew, she was puffing up her chest and acting as if she was the best thing after mom's milk.

Another eye roll in her direction before he places his chin upon his paws and intentionally stares outside instead of at her. "Yeah, I'll get right on that," Mael mutters under his breath. Sure, they could have a pissing contest to see who was the better pup, but he didn't really care. Fighting never seemed to interest him like it did his siblings. He'd rather spend his time exploring. Too bad it wouldn't stop fucking raining.

"Maelstrom"