"Hmm... nah. It's more fun to tease them. Good to know you can't catch me today though!" (Grandson)

"For just one day, can you not bully your siblings? I'm too tired to chase after your brutish tail today." (Grandfather)

"Don't know, don't really care. I'm not actually hurting anyone, sooo..." (Grandson)

"You're such a little shit sometimes. You know that? Where did you even get that attitude from?" (Grandparent)

"Excuse me no that's where I'm keeping my stash of cool sticks so Tris and Hito don't steal them-" (Son)

"Alright, you big furball, get over here so I can help brush that out." (Father)

"Oh, take a chill pill, huh? Why don't YOU take one instead?! .... you may be right on the aggression oops." (Nephew)

"Love ya, pup, but, like. Take a chill pill. You're like a ball of aggression and fluff." (Untie)

"Like you'd know, you have, like - the opposite of ego." (Nephew)

"I really suggest working on that ego, before someone tears it down for you. Believe me, it's a lot less hurtful that way." (Uncle)

"That's right, furball! I'm the boss! For now at least, until Phobos starts biting me again!" (Brother)

"Oh, what, just cause you're bigger and older you're the boss here?? W-well you're right! I am NOT fit for leadership!" (Brother)

".... Tristan. Do you ever stop to think? Or breathe?" (Brother)

"You're always so grumpy, why dya think that is? Do you have fuzz stuck up your nose? Fuzz gets really annoying sometimes... I bet that's it." (Brother)

"Popssss, Father keeps trying to make me trim my mane, tell him I don't need it!" (Son)

"But I like your mane!! Come on, let's go hide before he starts begging me too-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, get off my fluffy ass and go make sure Hito and Tris are okay.... Stop glaring at me, I'm doing it!" (Brother)

*half asleep, staring at Dolion* (Sibling)