Missy
Aaron
Two young Kuhna bounded through the foest, colliding and thrashing, claws drans and fangs shining. Yet though the fighting laughter could be heard. "Oh, get off of me!" said the younger of the two when the other, the Common Kuhna, had managed to pin him down.
"Yough luck Aaron." said the Common, her head bent over his. "Get stronger, and you wouldn't have ot ask."
"That's not fair! You're older!" Aaron's voice grew loader with each word, and his vioce drifted over the trees.
Finally steppng off of her brother, Missy looked around and sniffed the air. "Um, Aaron? Where's the trail?" Scannign the area, Missy hopped up a tree, easily digging her claws into the bark as so to get a firm grip. "I can't see it anywhere." The skky was turning orange, and soon it would be dark. Much too dark for the likes of the two. "Uhg... why did I let you talk me into that fight!"
Even thoguh it had been Missy's idea to wrestle in the first place, Aaron only murmered, "Sorry..." as he looked down to his feet in shame. He should know this forest by now. He explored it every day. But he never let himself get out this far. It had, again, been Missy's idea, to explore further.
Perking up his ears, Aaron listen closely to see if any one was near. It was almost a supernatural gift of his, his hearing. A voice drifted from a while away. "I hear some one Missy! Lets go there." And so the brother-[sister pair walked off into the forest to see what was to come.