Bearclaw Valley the underdog

The young Inuit was satisfied when he heard the yip leave the smaller's mouth. A smirk pulled at the corners of his maw, but he refused to let go. He pulled at the ear slightly as the other started to kick out, wanting to avoid being hit, but also not wanting to release the ear. The smaller paws hit him a few times, but he still didn't let go. Instead, he jerked his head, tugging on the ear roughly. It wasn't yet enough to cause any real damage, but Xan wanted the other to stop moving. A moment after the other started kicking, the little ghost's ears were met with the sound of his cries. That was enough for him to then let go of the other's ear, though he wasn't yet done with him.

Alexander took a few steps back, almost as if he was done with the other boy, but it ended up being quite the opposite. He used the new distance to get a bit of a running start, aiming to barrel right into the other. "Noi... see," he said, wanting the other to stop his crying. He didn't really feel bad, since he didn't know the other enough to like him, but he still wanted him to stop. It was an annoying sound.