07-13-2011, 03:14 PM
He was seven months old, a teenager by all rights, and loved to get into mischief, especially when he'd snuck away from his father as he had today. He couldn't help but to laugh as she demanded to know why he'd done that, a grin on his face as he danced out of reach of her fangs. His bushy tail wagged lazily as he circled her, careful to stay out of her reach. His golden eyes danced impishly.
"Whats the matter, princess? Did mean little Liam get you all dirty?" His voice held a note of playful taunting. He stuck his tongue out at her when she licked her fangs. It seemed like she was trying to intimidate him, and his grin widened. He was young and naive. As with all teenagers he believed he would never die. He shook the mud out of his fur, sending it flying in heavy drops every which way.
He stopped, resuming grinning at her. His large paws didn't stop moving as he continued to dance in a circle around her. He was in a light mood, and just wanted to play with her now.
"Whats the matter, princess? Did mean little Liam get you all dirty?" His voice held a note of playful taunting. He stuck his tongue out at her when she licked her fangs. It seemed like she was trying to intimidate him, and his grin widened. He was young and naive. As with all teenagers he believed he would never die. He shook the mud out of his fur, sending it flying in heavy drops every which way.
He stopped, resuming grinning at her. His large paws didn't stop moving as he continued to dance in a circle around her. He was in a light mood, and just wanted to play with her now.