Puppy Hurricane

Rampage was as excited as the rest to see all the pups that were coming to play with them.  He didn’t charge ahead with the others despite his excitement but instead jogged along with a collected gait and head raised up a bit to move with as arrogant a grace as possible.  Running ahead looked more fun but he wanted to make an impression.  After all, the armada wolves might be their friends and these puppies might be fun but obviously, the Klein family was still better, right?

“I am Prince Rampage Klein,” he tried to sound as noblish and princely as an excited pup could manage.  That was hard though and as he got around to the last bit he lost it to more puppyish excitement as he added, “I like tackling and wrestling,” a pause then added with a smug grin, “and winning.”  The boy's eyes flicked between Tethys and Wrestle, grinning boldly at them as if to announce assurance he’d win in a contest of skill.  How could he lose?

"Rampage Klein"