Dead Air
Her hand lowered, running along the fur between his eyes up to his wet nose. "Maugrim." He stopped laughing, though he did throw her an amused look and she smiled back at the wolf.
Honestly, it had been hard for herself not to laugh after the danger of Peter killing Maugrim had passed. He had just kept pushing the limits on her brother by snapping that twig softly behind her as warning not to shoot. At first she hadn't been sure what he was doing behind the tree until she felt his hot breath on her leg, the sound of jaws snapping, moving the air quickly over her skin.
He had been teasing Peter. Not exactly the best thing he could have done in this situation. If Peter had been closer and she wasn't able to make him drop the sword it was likely she would have lost her companion over such a little gimmick.
When Susan looked up she found Peter still staring, now open-mouthed with an even more confused expression on his face. Edmund's eyes were wide, filled with terror and wonder. Lucy was standing with her hands clasped in front of her, emotions flickering across her face but she couldn't seem to settle on one.
She had to clamp a hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing.