04-03-2010, 12:21 PM
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The sound of large paws raised Aro's head in confusion as he turned to the sound. His eyes widened in tiny terror to see the big black wolf barrelling towards him. Having no time to escape or sidestep the charge, as the wolf wasn't very well prepared, all he could do was brace himself for his father's tackle. When his dad did push him over, he was relieved to find out it was a light blow, a tiny push to the ground, but with still enough force that the little pup couldn't possibly keep himself on his feet, and ended up rolling onto his back. He let out a tiny giggle as he felt his father push him over and begin to tickle him, squirming and trying to protect himself from Jazper's ticklish onslaught, but to no avail. His father was bigger that he was, so he really didn't have any way to defend himself, and could only laugh and giggle while his father tickled away.
Once Jazper stopped, Aro immediatly got to his feet and swiped a tiny paw at his father's nose in mock anger. "Daaaaad!" he cried out as he then got into a pouncing position and lept at his father's side, only to then slide back to the ground and rolled around in the dirt. Now both wet and dusty, the little pup had gotten a little bit of adreniline through his system, and his father being present only made him even more excited. He was finally going to learn something from his father, but what? He decided it was about time he should ask. "So, what are we going to today dad? Are we gunna fight a mountain lion? Hunt a deer?" He was now jumping around his father, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he spoke. He anxiety was nearly killing the poor boy, he could no longer wait to see what he was doing with Jazper. Of course, doing anything with his father pretty much made his day.
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Once Jazper stopped, Aro immediatly got to his feet and swiped a tiny paw at his father's nose in mock anger. "Daaaaad!" he cried out as he then got into a pouncing position and lept at his father's side, only to then slide back to the ground and rolled around in the dirt. Now both wet and dusty, the little pup had gotten a little bit of adreniline through his system, and his father being present only made him even more excited. He was finally going to learn something from his father, but what? He decided it was about time he should ask. "So, what are we going to today dad? Are we gunna fight a mountain lion? Hunt a deer?" He was now jumping around his father, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he spoke. He anxiety was nearly killing the poor boy, he could no longer wait to see what he was doing with Jazper. Of course, doing anything with his father pretty much made his day.
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