His flailing would succeed in drawing his little sister out of her hiding place. Shrike had actually been so focused on flailing that he didn’t even remember to pay attention to his surroundings to see if she would come up beside him or not. He would let out a gasp as she suddenly jumped, landing right on his belly. But after he got his second wind Shrike would begin to laugh, flailing a little more on his back as he gently pushed against her chest with his right forepaw. “Hahahaha! Heyyy!” The boy would grin widely, his eyes shining brightly. Playing with Finch was the best, especially once she got over her little moment of shyness. The boy would wiggle more, trying to shift his weight, and hers, so that he could reverse the pin. Not so easy in the snow, but Shrike was a determined little goof. Even if the main thing he was succeeding in doing was kicking up powder everywhere.