Wild Thang

He was having so much fun chasing these chickens! Once he had gotten them all scattered and running in every direction, he came to a halt and turned every which way. Now he didn't know which chicken he wanted to go after! Chest heaved from the effort of running and his tongue hung from his mouth as he panted heavily. Gaze swept the landscape as he tried to figure out his next target, but then something else caught his eye. Ears perked, head canted to the side as he stared. Who was that!? Not far from where he stood, a non-chicken figure was watching him. Curiosity drew him in, so he would begin to boldly walk in that direction.

The yearling approached the pup without caution, long lanky legs practically high-stepping as he bounded forward. His tail wagged, a glint of mischief in his eye. He hadn't been around strangers much, but he wasn't afraid. What could a pup do to him anyway besides nibble on his toes? "Hey you there! What're you lookin' at?' He inquired, fangs dripping a bit of drool as he spoke.