World So Cold

Sheerrun got batted gently by his father's paw, causing him to yip from the surprise. His tail swayed from side to side as he barked and nodded his head, widening his body as his father suggested. He titled his head slightly and lowered it as well, alabaster canines could be seen when he opened his mouth. His ears pinned back as best he could, shoulders hunched, his stomach going low as he ran forward and attempted to bite down on his father's leg.

Despite him not being the fighting type, he should at least be able to fight and try to defend himself whenever necessary. The smell of the trees made his nostrils flare as his eyes stayed narrowed and a playful pup snarl was all he could manage to be fierce.