Worn out places, worn out faces

Alpine looked at the li? mite as he seemed to draw himself up on gangly half-grown legs to glare up into the older wolf?s face, but when the little one stomped his leg against the ground to empathise the point of his auntie owning this place, the laughter was so hard to fight back that he bared his teeth and loosened the pent up amusement in a snarl
?Auntie, eh? Show me that strong Alpha blood then

He said as the gangly boy bounced towards him and threw an ?intimidating? chest into the others face. Before the mite hoped back a pace and began bouncing about like a bunny on energy herbs, before bunching up his ?muscles? and pushing his weight on his hind legs he shot himself at the larger wolf, going for the face an ear. Alpine kept low on his paws, with its heightened sense of balance, his front legs bent slightly before the attack to absorb the impact of the lightweight wolf. He tossed his head with a weak motion, pretending to try loosen the other as his little claws gripped into his flesh and his teeth chomped onto Alpine?s left ear. The larger wolf waited until his weight was fully committed to Alpine?s before tossing his whole body to the side and into a half roll, bringing them both to the ground so he could move to wrap a paw around the body of the other wolf

?Don?t give up your stability to a bigger wolf!?
He called out to the welpling
?Especially when they themselves had cantered their gravity. A lither frame like your own should be used for agility until you?ve built up more muscle. Should nip around my paws, get me up, then try to bring me down?
He couldn?t help the laughter now, he hadn?t even tried to pull the other off him, his move was simply to show the other about their differences in height and weight. He shook himself free now and pranced back a step.
?Don?t try such a head on confrontal attack like that one, try and trick me a little more and get me off my feet first. Come on, try again?
He encouraged the nameless pup.