08-10-2016, 01:27 PM
Their heads are bent close together, beads of milk still caught in their whiskers as the pale flanks of their mother grow smaller and smaller behind them. They talk to one another, softly at first until their voices grow in volume and strength.
“Come on!” he says with a shove of his muzzle against hers.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” she snaps back, baring her baby teeth at him.
This only leads to them fighting and chasing one another around in a tight circle. The colt wins the battle when he throws a shoulder into his sister, knocking her to the ground. “Ow!” she yells, big fat tears well up in her eyes as she glowers at him. “That hurt!” Spark expects an apology but Spear doesn’t give her one; he merely shrugs it off, nudges her back to her feet and nuzzles her neck briefly.
“So, are you going to come or what?” he asks, with a charming grin on his face.
“Fine,” she barks at him, her little face still fraught with irritation and hurt.
They only go as far as the Forest, aware that their mother trails after them like a ghost.
Scalped does not mind what they do under their father’s watch in the Tundra; outside of it, they are her responsibility and so she does not stray far from them, even if they think they have been rather surreptitious and slick to have escaped her guard. Each of them thinks they have been successful in escaping notice from either parent, laughing happily to themselves about the adventure they are on, now that Spark has forgiven Spear for being such a bully to her.
They have hardly been in the Forest for more than an hour, having been hushed by the immensity of the trees that surround them when they hear the loud roar that shakes a few leaves from the branches of the tree beneath which they’ve stopped. “Bear?” she asks him. “Probably,” he says thoughtfully, venturing towards the direction the roar came from. “Spear…” she warns, even as she follows him, shaking her head at how her brother was always intrigued by the first hint of danger.
The twins are not the only ones curious about the beast in their midst - a stallion precedes them, but he looks more than a little confused about what to do. He snorts - the stallion does, and just seems to bide his time until the bear notices him. They watch, a little confused themselves as to why the stallion just stands there, snorting quietly at the bear. Maybe they know one another? They look sideways between themselves before sliding their mismatched eyes back to the pair before them. Things are rather curious around here, and getting curiouser and curiouser by the minute! -- Spear & Spark -- |