A place we've always been

Ears swivelled as he listened for the hissing of snakes, his paws padding carefully as he breathed in the delicate scents of the flowers that littered the gentle plains, his eyes squinting through the pollen that he disturbed as he daintily moved around the delicate plants. He blinked when he heard a sound, a call, and he lifted his head to look across the grass for the caller. He watched as Shirke leaped into the grass, his blue eyes widening. Shrike seemed rather energetic, and somewhat absent minded. When it came between safety and play Starling believed his brother would choose play. It had his heart pounding in his chest as he jumped in a turn and trotted quickly towards him. The last thing he needed was for Shrike to get bitten by a snake and he had to explain, somehow, to his parents that he had hadn't done anything about it. He barked across the distance, moving quicker in his worry for his brother. "Shrike, careful of the snakes!" It was spring, they seemed much more rampant now. Perhaps it was due to them mating and making more, a concept that went over Starling's head (aside from the fact that there was more of them) "Y-you have to ....to watch out for them! Don't disturb the nest...things!"

"Burn Baby Burn"