this'll be a blast

Raumr did not expect the wolfdog to have a flail. Especially one that extended. Surprised and caught off guard, Raumr leaps into the air like a house cat that just touched tin foil on a countertop. A growl of frustration slips from his lips as he dodges the boy's attack.

"Crafty," Raumr hisses as his paws touch back down. Seconds don't pass before he's lunging forward, teeth snapping in the air, attempting to scare the kid just enough to distract him. His paw raises, claws hidden (it is practice so he's not out for blood!), he swipes at the boy's shoulder, attempting to knock him over.

Raumr Regalus, the Third