Let Sleeping Bears Lie

[Rutt]

Rutt shrugs and tramples off clumsily into the woods, crashing through underbrush quite loudly. Add to that his constant yelling for his brother and you have a regular case of disturbing the peace.

"Tuke! Yo Tuke! Where are ya, eh?" he bellows, his voice echoing through the forest and causing several startled birds to take flight, "Tuke, ya better answer me, eh? You've gotta answer me! I'm your brother!"

[Tuke]

Tuke is busily stuffing his face with the fresh green leaves from a shrub about as high as his knees. His ears swivel forward as he hears Rutt's unmistakable cracking voice echoes through the forest. Swallowing quickly, he almost chokes, but he clears his throat and raises his head to full height.

"I'm over here, Rutt," he calls calmly, "Stop screamin', eh? You're gonna attract some kinda wild beast 'cause you sound like your dying."

[Rutt]

Rutt turns and runs toward Tuke's voice and finally meets up with him by the little shrub, out of breath and snorting as he pants.

"How's it goin', bro?" he gasps, noticing the tasty-looking green foliage, "Nice leaves, eh. Hey, listen, I need to replenish my energy here, so, if ya don't mind...trample off, eh! It's my turn."

He butts Tuke out of the way and starts tearing at the bush as though he hasn't eaten in a year. After a while, he starts talking with his mouth full.

"Kenai's down by the stream, eh," he says between gulps, "He wants us to find Koda and meet him back there so we can all do...uh...stuff. You up for it, eh?"

OOC- Notice how Rutt kinda twisted that around?

[Tuke]

Tuke frowns at Rutt as he butts him and starts pigging out on his shrub. This could get ugly.

"Hey, who said you could have a turn, eh?" he grumbles, tangling his antlers with Rutt's and pushing him back, "I found this shrub, eh. So I should be the one to say whether you can have a turn or not, eh."

He pauses as Rutt relays "Kenai's plans" for the day, but he still keeps his antlers locked with his brother's.

"I'm game, eh," he nods, bringing Rutt's head up and down with the motion, "We'll go meet up with him just as soon as we establish some rules about my shrub!"

[Rutt]

Rutt yelps as Tuke locks antlers with him and shoves him back. Bracing all four hooves, he strains to push right back, but Tuke is quite a bit larger than him and he finds himself sliding back over the dirt as his brother maintains a steady pressure.

"Of course, you're game--and that's a bad thing, eh?" he asks, speaking of game as being the kind of game humans hunt, "This ain't your bush. I don't see a name on it, eh. Besides, didn't Ma ever tell you about sharing with your favorite brother? I am you're favorite brother, right eh?"

[Tuke]

Tuke rolls his eyes and continues pushing Rutt back. He's certain that, eventually, the smaller moose will give in and start backing up away from the pressure. Until he does, Tuke's going to hold his ground.

"You're my only brother, eh," he grunts, "And how would you know whether there's a name on that shrub or not? You can't read."

[Rutt]

As Tuke had expected, Rutt does start backing up, hoping to extricate his antlers and get rid of the oncoming headache his brother is causing.

"Well, you can't read either," he retorts, "So how d'ya know my name ain't on it, eh?"

[Kenai]

OOC - LOL That should keep them busy for awhile. ; ) Looks like Kenai will get his nap after all!!

[Rutt]

OOC- LOL! This is HARD! ROTFL! We need to get s'more feature character RPers in here...BAD!

[Tuke]

OOC- Anyway...

BIC- Tuke snorts and shoves his head forward sharply, throwing Rutt back a stride or two, thoroughly enjoying making his brother squirm.

"Because you can't write," he smirks, "That's how I know your name ain't on it, eh."

[Rutt]

Rutt groans inwardly as Tuke tosses his massive head and forces him back. He's quickly getting tired of this, but--not wanting to appear weak against his brother (of all moose)--he struggles to gain a bit of ground, pushing back against Tuke's antlers.

"Well, you can't write either, eh," he growls, "So your name can't be on it either! Why can't you just share, eh? It's not like it'd kill ya!"

[Tuke]

Tuke lowers his head to get more leverage and presses on, defeating his brother's resistance and causing him to slide backwards consistantly now.

"'Cause you're the fat one, eh," he retorts, "You'll clean that shrub out in a matter of minutes--seconds even! Then there'll be nothing left for anybody, eh. I'm preserving the forest from your gluttony!"

[Rutt]

Rutt digs all four hooves into the dirt, but he's losing ground faster than he can even think about gaining it. Still, he's not going down without a fight--even though that oncoming headache is past oncoming and is now ongoing.

"Gluttony? Are you callin' me fat, eh?" he snorts, tossing his head in a feeble attempt to knock the heavier moose back even a quarter of a stride, "You're the one who's a pig! I was down at the stream with Kenai for at least twenty minutes and I come back and find you still eating!"

[Tuke]

Tuke rolls his eyes and suddenly swings his head to the left, flipping Rutt onto his side in a single thrust. He can't help but laugh at the expression of surprise on his brother's face after that.

"Twenty minutes, eh?" he challenges, "You don't even know how long one minute is! Never mind the fact that you can't count that high either."

[Rutt]

Rutt grunts heavily as he crashes to the ground and gets the wind thoroughly knocked out of him. This argument is about to get loud and ugly.

"Hey! Foul! That was a foul, eh!" he cries, struggling to get to his feet with his antlers still entangled with Tuke's, "No fair!"

Now, it's safe to say Rutt has been literally pushed to the limit. He throws himself forward and successfully flings Tuke to one side, though he doesn't knock him off his feet. Lifting a front hoof, he kicks his brother in the shin (if moose have those).

"You aren't playin' fair, eh!" he shouts, loud enough so that Kenai will definitely start hearing the argument that is fast getting fierce, "You coulda broke my antlers or snapped my neck, you idiot!"