Redhawk Caldera All my down and outs

As expected, not by experience but by thousands of years of instinct, Jaws' paw crept toward the stick. Nightjar hunched his entire body, spiked up his itty bitty baby hackles in a futile effort to make himself look deadly enough to make Jaws think twice, and growled even louder around the stick. He was but a baby and possessiveness wasn't made out to be a rude thing. He couldn't consciously tell the difference yet between play and threat, though his tail beat his hocks as though his brain was aware of the distinction.

Suddenly, he backpedalled, turning his head to the side and laboriously dragging the stick along with him, until he was just out of reach of Jaws' paw. Satisfied that the adult couldn't possibly reach it now, the pup resumed his chewing, restlessly dancing his hind paws on the ground while his upper torso slumped down so that he was bowing.