are you slow?

His sister's mouth closed on his cheek while her paw pushed his chest. With a bark that was in some weird place between being grumpy and playful, he turned his head and clamped his jaws on her ear. But before their play had even started, Bazi shoved her muzzle between then and roughly shoved them apart. Swift, being oh-so-graceful, somersaulted backwards with a surprised yelp. When he gathered his feet, he barked at his mother, and this time there was no mistaking the irritation in the bark. He stiffly (sort of) paced toward her and growled. He stared at her.