Race the world

Bass couldn't help but stick his tongue out at his sister as well, shaking his head back and forth as he blew air out of his mouth. Blowing a raspberry as she dodged his hit, but the feeling of joy froze when her tone and face grew away from their joking manner. His sisters body trembled at the talk of a sickness, and she inspected him much as he had to her. He was not sick, and they were both safe. That is all that truly mattered to him, that his family was healthy and happy. He didn't want to linger on these unhappy thoughts, he would rather play with Motif, joke and tumble around like they did when they were younger. His yellow eyes were soft as he gazed at his darker hued litter mate, leaning forward to nose her cheek and bring out her happier side. There was no time on this earth to be sad about something that wasn't there.

Motif laughed at him yet again, the tinkling sound of bells bringing a large smile to his ivory maw. "You are going to get a sore throat from all the laughing you have done, dear sister." He teased, hopping from paw to paw as he did a little dance. She was quite the joker, and he would continue to make her laugh by his silly manners. Two jokers they were, they should travel from land to land to entertain the kings and queens.

As Motif settled into a more comfortable position he rose to his paws, walking until he was able to settle his own bodice right next to hers. Warmth from her brown body seeped into his pale one, making him rumble in happiness. He began to groom her shoulder, soothing licks to ease her into an even more relaxed state. It was getting late, yet she still asked more questions. "No one as pretty as you Motif." He said, his vocals ever teasing. He had run into a few more wolves that held their last name, and he paused in his grooming to poke her in the cheek with his damp nose. "Have you noticed that the Destruction line is huge? We seem to have Destruction's running rampant in Alacritis."