His laughter made her fume. In that sense, she had certainly inherited her mother's temper, and perhaps she'd be fortunate enough to inherit her self-control too. Eventually, at least. For the time being, Rana couldn't help herself - she felt her anger in its purest form, and she wanted nothing more than to leap at him, snapping teeth and everything. It took all her concerntration to hold herself back from giving him a real beating! Constant vigilance, he had said, and strangely so, she took the words to heart. Starting with him. She wouldn't let him trick her again, and she certainly wouldn't let him get the upper hand ever again either.
She had, eventually at least, ceased her gnawing. For all the effort it had taken her, it didn't seem to leave much of a mark, and he didn't seem all that bothered by it. Still, he hadn't been able to get away with any tricks, so she had at least been vigilant enough. Besides, she felt better. Even Runihura's taunts hadn't incited any new anger in her - she had, for all intents and purposes, chewed her way to feeling calmer.
She huffed, a hearty sound of relief as she gave him one final, hard bite and then sat back. Rana was clearly chuffed with herself, a wicked little grin on her face as she stared up at him. He was more on her level then, and she wondered if she might take the opportunity to take a bite from his ear. Maybe if she left him with a permanent reminder, he'd not try to be so crafty next time...
She resisted, though. He was right, really. She was finished being angry..."At least for now," she said, finishing her thought aloud. She clicked her teeth at him, though a little more playfully than before, as a humble reminder that she could easily start again if he really wanted her to.
"Are you done being sneaky?" She taunted back. Really, though, she had calmed down enough to understand at least some of the potential value in her brother's arrival. He knew things she didn't, and she wanted to know them too. How did somebody convince another wolf to teach them, though? Rana had never had to do so. If she wanted something, her mother or father generally provided it for her, including lessons in hunting and tracking and all of those things. They just hadn't taught her the specifics - like how to sneak well, or how to not get caught up in being angry. It made her bristle, her tiny hackles twitching along her neck and spine before she shook her whole body, as if the agitation was dirt or dust.
"Where did you learn it?" She pounced towards him and jabbed her nose into his fur, unable to sit still for long and more than curious as to what else he had that she didn't - smells, specifically. He smelt like other places, and other things. They were all new to her, and she envied them. "Who taught you?" Another jab, another patch of fur, and then a glare up at him, expecting him to try to pull some trick on her again.
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