His connection with his twin brother was unbreaking. It was something so strong, a thing he already felt so naturally at such a young age. Taijo though, was not same. He was still brother. He was still blood, but the connection was not the same. It was different. Locke couldn’t understand it. But, he still respected, for now, the different type of connection to Taijo. Would this respect remain?

Locke looked from Bo to Taijo, giving a nod of agreement. They all knew this was theirs. No one else’s. Just theirs.

Locke felt the following Taijo behind him, accidentally hitting Taijo’s nose with his foot if he got too close. Feet were still stubborn things that he could not control completely yet.

Bo dashes forward and Locke dashes along with him. Reckless. He cared not what happened, and slid down the edge feeling the same exhilaration. It was a shared experience. His butt hits the earth, and he gives the same devilish smile to Bo. Tail wagged behind him as he shook out the dirt from his fur..

Taijo didn’t come. Bo called to him as Locke turned to look up towards their brother. Locke turned his molten eyes up to Taijo. He knew something was wrong with Taijo. That his body was not the same as theirs. Taijo was weaker. Taijo didn’t eat like they did. But Taijo is brother.

”Taijo, come?” he called out, standing shoulder to shoulder to Bo. Would Taijo come, or would they run into the dark as two?