Walk the Borderline

The boy was chasing a mouse. Well. He was trying to. It was so fast! His big, lumbering puppy body simply could not keep up, oversized paws unable to be graceful at all - though they did tell of his future size. Redrum huffed as the field mouse took another sharp turn, evading the snap of his needle-like teeth. Frustration burned underneath his vermillion coat, and the boy kicked at a patch of dandelions as his tail lashed.

“Rrgh!” As best a snarl as he was going to be able to produce at his age, Red pushed all his weight back unto his haunches in a sitting position. His brows furrowed, ears pinning back as a result of his tantrum. Why couldn’t he just grow up faster? Then, he wouldn’t have to be scared of anything! Just like all the adults!