Redhawk Caldera All my down and outs

Jaws' gift of a stick was much better received than the feather, and he settled to his stomach, crossing his forelegs, to watch the young pup boldly tackle the object with a challenging cry. The pup's aim was sound, landing upon the stick as though it were prey (and it would have been dead prey). It occurred to Jaws then that the pups were just shy of the age he was when he and his siblings were abandoned and left to die. It was unthinkable that they would manage to survive, and indeed his siblings had not. Briefly his brows furrowed. Looking at this pup, so young and small regardless of how precocious he might be, reminded him of the cruelty, the cold heartedness that had been required to toss him and his littermates to the wild.

The coywolf shook his head, retiring those thoughts to his subconscious. It was then that he became aware of the pup's gaze fixed upon him as it chewed the stick. A small grin formed on his lips. He slowly extended a paw, making for the stick, just to see what this young prince would do.