Leaning into Curves

Sabre watched closely as his sister gleefully chased falling leaves, though he himself disdained to join her in her juvenile play. He was much more interested in watching the way she moved as she chased, analyzing the motions and seeking to apply them to battle. After all, she may be his sister, but that was no guarantee they would never be enemies, and he was determined to be the best of the three of them and perhaps - privately, in his head, he set it as his life goal - to even someday be greater than his mother. Finally Raba flopped down to gnaw on leftover deer bits, and Sabre languidly stretched to his feet to move over to her. He was bored, waiting around for his mother to come back, and the thought of poking at his sister was appealing. "I didn't think you could catch anything except leaves, but apparently you can catch dead deer too. Amazing." He arched his brow, eyeing the carcass with clear derision as he tried to decide how best to torment his sibling.