Tiger Bites and Sibling Fights

He just sat there and growled at her, all while she just gave him a small smile. He said nothing for a very long time, which made her shuffle very uncomfortably. But he finally stopped growling and sighed instead, making her ears perk in hope. But no, he only doubted her actions. "Honestly, I was..." she muttered grumpily, but said nothing else. Mercy stood very still as he started to clean her, flinching at his rough treatment of her wounds. It was her turn to growl, and she jumped forward in an attempt to dislodge him from his cleaning. "Gee thanks, ass hat." She growled, but then flinched at her own harsh words. Sighing, she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean that... You have every right to be mad at me. I survived fighting a damn tiger though." Her tail fluttered, tossing her heat scent towards him as she was unable to hide her pride in the fact. Sure she lost, but it was so much fun!

Mercy turned back to her brother, trying to bump her nose against his cheek and hummed softly. She didn't mean to be so harsh, but damn his cleaning hurt. Pressing a soft lick under his jaw line, she turned back around to present him her cuts once more. She knew that they had to get cleaned, and that even if he was gentle it was probably going to hurt like a bitch. Her claws dug into the snow on the ground as she braced herself against the pain that was sure to come. "Let's just get this over with..."