a baby buff-fellow

Hattori ran to keep the calf penned in, lest it tried to dash off too far, but for the most part he intended to let his silent son make the kill. He knew the boy was strong and capable, he simply needed to be pushed a little harder than the others. Now he was outside with his heart racing, growl emitting from his throat, Hattori was confident he would improve in time. The Shogun slowed a little, pulling back as Takeshi grabbed a hold of the calf's leg and delivered a crunching bite, his ears flicked forward at the sound, noting even if the creature escaped it would likely never be able to walk on that limb again. Not as if either of the Ashen wolves would let it come to that.

Hattori stepped forward and with a shove of his front paw he shoved the calf down, so the boy could make a clean and easy kill. Throat right there waiting to be pierced.