Your burning sun

The pale brute had been sitting on top of his den all day, just waiting for his sister to return. His golden gaze endlessly scanned the plains, just waiting to pick out a speck of brown among all the greens and yellows. Would she return to him the winner, or would she be defeated? He wouldn't feel any different about her either way, although he would be proud of her if she had come back and won. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see her, but he sure heard her howl. His ears perked immediately, scrambling on the wet stone and almost face planting off the rock. He ran, ran to his sisters side.

As he ran for her, he could tell by her goofy grin that she had won. Well, unless she was strangely happy about losing. Skidding to a stop, he pranced around the brown dame, his tail wagging high above him. "What happened? How did it go?" He asked, rapid firing the questions at her as he danced around her form, taking in her wounds. It didn't look like it was anything major, nothing that Harmony couldn't fix up.