We Were Born Sick {Tinaro}

What startled him was his brother's almost sudden chuckle. Confusion was written all over his expression. What was so funny? Had he made a joke with realizing? Instinct told him to dodge his brother's playful swipe, even though he knew Alvin wouldn't hurt him. He was sure Alvin could be a tough pup, depending on how bad these bad guys were.
"You can fight?" He asked half curiously and half with disbelief, a cheeky grin sliding to his features. Alvin's fighting skills were something he had never seen nor was he aware of. Has he been secretly training behind his back?

At least Mingan hadn't been told of Alvin's wish to leave, or had been invited. He wasn't particularly close with the ebony boy, but after their brother's leave, he would be the only family left. He'd hate to leave Mingan behind in Abaven, all alone. Although, he didn't want to ask if their brother had been offered the opportunity. Perhaps something had happened between them. However, Alvin would notify him when he planned to leave, which gave him time to think.

It wasn't extremely late, yet his brother suggested returning to their den. No, not exactly their den. Darrah's den. Strangely, he longingly missed the den they had briefly grown up in with Esper. Now they had moved in with their "mentor", who wasn't exactly mentoring them. Rising to his paws, he began to trudge beside his brother. It wasn't like they were in a hurry to be somewhere. "Can you do that? Like leave? I don't think Bass will let you come back."