I lost a friend.

Connie moved with what he thought was lightning speed but was really rather average pup speed.  He managed to grasp the stick, though probably more from Dante allowing him than anything else.  The boy growled excitedly around the stick, his teeth grinding into it and digging down so that he could tug back toward himself.  Trying to return the toy to its proper owner.  Though the swift wag of his tail from side to side made it clear that the growling was all in good fun.

Constantine tried to be very snarly, making sure that the sound was loud and aggressive despite the fact that it was all in play.  This was part of how he was learning what to do and what worked, after all.  He kept tugging too in quick jerks to try and loosen it from the alpha's jaws.