it's bitin' time

The day is young and so is he. Davey wants trouble, more than anything. Trouble, ankles to bite, snoots to bap-- you know the drill. He's excitable, and taking full advantage of the fact he's allowed out of the den and into the ravine itself. Scrambling up onto a rock, using his vantage point to scan for someone to harass.

From his perch, Korona is the first target he sets eyes on. Davey lets go first one bark, and then another... and another. Causing a racket, wiggling, tail wagging. "Kor commere, commere," he crows. There's a lot of energy in his little body and he's ready to use all of it for crimes.

"speech"