yuck, muck, and bad luck

The wolverine powered his way free of the flailing pups and Corsair's lips pursed. An ear took in their dads instructions and Kor was quick to pick up the hint, flinging a pawfull of mud at the snarling wolverine. Seeing it as an opening, Corsair bounded past the companion, his dexterous paws gripping the slippery surface a bit better than his siblings might. He too, slipped past the wolverine, using the slippery surface to aid his turn as he snapped towards the back side of the companion, driving it towards his sisters. If they worked together, they could get it done, he was certain.

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