Looking Out, Looking In

Xephyris narrowed his eyes, chuckling. "Yea he'd put me in the dirt, but only after I was done picking my teeth with your bones!" he bickered back. Why was it so entertaining to pester her? He knew he was ticking her off and he was getting just the reaction he'd expected. He hadn't bantered with anyone like this since he was a pup himself; he felt somewhat childish, but it was just too amusing to even care. He grinned all the wider as he saw the look of indignation grow on her face. She wasn't used to being spoken to like this, or being rolled in the dirt.

"What're you going to do about it?" he taunted as she complained about her fur being messed up. She gave him a fiery, defiant look before lunging at him. The little pup came so quickly he hadn't expected it. Her needle teeth dug into his toes, causing him to leap backwards with an exclamation of startle and sharp pain. Seconds later she was dashing away - she'd actually caught him off guard a little, not expecting a little she-pup to . That's a feisty little thing, he'd think to himself. Feigning rage, he leapt after her with a snarl rumbling in his throat, teeth bared. "Get back here you little princess!" he barked, charging after her in mock anger. Where did she think she was going anyways?