Piranha in Floaties

The humor of her small, fiery form charging him was not lost on him, her teeth gnashing at his leg. She was a resilient little shit, he’d give her that. Aresenn moved to side step her, but her momentum carried him into the surf. The cool wave swept over his haunches, as he intentionally tried to push his hindquarters into the rolling tide. He warned her to not get the salt water in her mouth and eyes. She could enjoy the consequences of putting herself in a disadvantage even if her head went below the surface.

Aresenn prepared himself, bracing against the waves as he watched his daughter's furious assault. Her puppy teeth sank into his fur, but he barely felt it through his thick coat. A warning growl rumbled from deep in his chest, but he couldn't help the amusement twinkling in his amber eyes. “Think you’re tough, huh?” he taunted, flicking his tail to splash more water at her.

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"Aresenn Praetor"