Northstar Vale Bye don't follow me!!

The lower branches had fallen to pieces, but not because of his teeth. Rather, Titmouse had whipped himself around the tiny trunk so many times (and shaken the ground so much) that the weaker bits had fallen away. He readied one last volley of snaps just as Rannoch made himself known; and the boy stumbled, tripped by his own feet, then instinctively - and accidentally - sank his teeth across one of the remaining branches. He'd done it, he'd met the mark! But only after being spooked, so the boy's attention was abruptly cut-off from the game.

I guess so, he remarked casually, pushing against the tree to free his upper teeth. He licked his lips and then looked moodily upon the sapling. After a lazy shove with a forepaw he backed off, the tree swaying awkwardly like a training dummy.