Death From The Ankles Down!

Úlfr crouched in the grass with his rear sticking up as he eyed the stick. Today, today the stick would pay! With a high-pitched squeal he bounded forward and bit onto the stick. His paws seized around it and he shook his head violently. Bits of bark flew before he pulled his head back and wrinkled his nose. Oh no, he had tree stuck in his teeth! Úlfr's tongue worked over time as he worked the debris out of his mouth and that was when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Oh no! An enemy was sneaking up on him! Úlfr spun around, trying to catch his tail in his teeth. No one was going to sneak up on the mighty Úlfr of the Barren Wastes!