He was happy to spend some time with his sister. He was unaware that he could be needy and that his clinginess could be overwhelming at times, and so he was simply happy when his family seemed eager to play and snuggle with him when he wanted it. Anthem Destruction would continue forward, only occasionally turning to glance at his younger sister, who followed close behind.
He began to pant as he increased his pace -- the feeling of his heart beating rapidly and his chest tightening was unpleasant, and so he would slow to a halt, tongue lolling freely from his parted jaws. "You win!" he announced happily, leaning to run his tongue over her cheek. "Food?" He would request softly. Anthem was not a dominant male, even with his siblings, but it was a fact that he could not hunt well -- something about how uncoordinated he was, and how upset he got when adrenaline would course through his veins. Hunting was not something he was comfortable with or was mentally capable of doing. He never questioned why his siblings would get the food for him; it was simply how it was, and he was okay with that.
