He felt so alive! That's because he was, of course. Growling, he launched himself at Floki once more, satisfied with his brother's grunt as they went rolling around the den. Floki giggled and tried to push him off with his legs but he was no match for Ragnar. Ragnar only grinned as he grabbed his brother by the ear and started yanking, to which Floki made a tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat and tried to shove at his brother's face now. Taking the new challenge in stride, Ragnar released Floki's ear, only to bite down on his paw instead. Immediately, Floki's eyes filled with tears as he screamed and gave a forceful slap to Ragnar's face with his free paw.
That took Ragnar by surprise. His eyes widened as he released Floki's paw and took a step back, shaking and rubbing at his own head in shock more than pain. "See? That's what you get, scoundrel!" Floki scolded him as he licked at his own paw where Ragnar's sharp puppy teeth had broke the skin. Now, he'd surely have to milk it the rest of the day until he could get one of his older siblings to beat up Ragnar for hurting his own flesh and blood. If that would happen. Knowing his luck, he might just run into Menkhet first and she'd just tell him to man up and rub some dirt in it or something. She'd tell him to toughen up. Sighing, he flopped down in the corner of the den, only for Ragnar to wander over and flop down practically on top of him.
Grunting in displeasure, he janked his back leg out from under his sibling and sighed as he laid his head down. Choosing to mimic his sibling, Ragnar put his own head down on his paws, but his ears remained erect and alert, listening for his other siblings and parents. Ragnar was always restless, always moving. It was a surprise to Floki that he'd even chosen to stay still this long. Why his bigger brother had chosen to stick close to him since birth, he had no clue. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. On one hand, it might be cool to have a bodyguard on hand but on the other, didn't it make him look even more like a wimp? He glared at Ragnar, who only curled a lip in response. Ragnar was a wolf of few words and when he did choose to speak, it usually only a couple words. But he never seemed to have a problem understanding what anyone said.
male.0 year old.39in, 150#.born to Sekhmet x Cuirass.brother to Mihos, Rana, Floki, Bastet, Menkhet, Kaliban, & Runihara.not bound.not mated.father to none.Asteraia
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