Mýlaugr looked around from a good place to play. The small cub had been itching to play fight all morning. He didn't care who he fought. Could be one of his siblings or one of the older kids. Hell he would even fight an adult if he could find one with the guts to take him.
He saw one of his sisters cleaning herself and bolted toward her. “Hey Merĸúnguaĸ! You aren't busy. Wanna play?” He asked eagerly.
Merĸúnguaĸ looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “What kind of game did you want to play little brother? Because I have already fighting been fighting.” She stuck her tongue out at her brother.
He looked dejected. “Well fine. Maybe we will play a different game for once. Maybe I won't let you play either.” Mýlaugr said, turning away from his sister to find someone else to play with. There were other cubs in the area. Surely one of them out want to play tag or wrestle.