Chaos-Two bolted forward after Labradorite, teeth bared in a grin. They lunged over fallen trees and raced after their litter mate, ears perked forward.
They lept over a log, their legs catching on the edge and sending them face-first into the ground. They crashed and tumbled, gasping in pain as some of their quills broke and went flying.
It thumped through the forest, sending lessers scattering as it brushed against trees and hopped over fallen logs. Its hearing- not one of it's best senses by any means- strained for a second set of footsteps.
Instead it heard a loud crash.
It paused, and turned just in time to see Chaos-two on the ground, hissing in pain.
Looks like they'd be taking a break, for now.
It plodded over, still breathing hard from being chased,
Chaos-Two took the hand without hesitation, pulling themselves up and standing on their hind legs, moving to grip their shoulder. They rolled it, face contorted in discomfort, but they were okay, their shoulder sprained but not broken or dislocated.
They pulled out broken quills and dusted themselves off, sighing,
They looked embarrassed, eyes averted and ears down. They were still getting used to their new depth perception and would probably never be able to fully recover. Their legs still stumbled on habit, too. And yet they'd come so far.
It stared down at Chaos-two, frowning slightly. Maybe they should've started with a more gentle game. Stuff like this was to be expected while they were still getting used to their new form.
It'd make a thoughtful little hum at Chaos-two's words.
Chaos-Two grabbed their spear and winced at the words, trying to hide it as they turned away for a moment. They swallowed and held their injured arm close. They'd visit Doctor or... ugh, Kethri later.
Their ears were pinned and they looked a little grumpy, though they didn't dare take their annoyance out on Labradorite. They wouldn't use their rage as a weapon.
It'd let Chaos-two take the lead- it knew the way to the river as well as Labradorite did. It'd follow beside, leaving a snail-trail of oily footsteps in it's wake.
It saw the way two's ears were pinned and frowned. Were they that upset about their mistake? Or.. was it something else? Something it had said? Labradorite didn't talk much, partially because they weren't very good at it.
The rest of the walk would be spent in (likely awkward) silence.