Bearclaw Valley Blowing away the scenery around me

So he did speak. 
Then the small creature was sent his way. 
Cry knew the pup didn't desire to send the play thing at him, but seeing the joy he got out of it only confirmed his previous suspicions of the pup. 

Crafty, he was, this child of white. And a temperament to potential cause emotional havoc to any siblings Unfourtionate enough to be sired with him. 
Pity. 

Cry laughed as the shelled creature was hurdled at him, light barks as to not wake the other pups. He hadn't even faltered his gaze at the miniscule impact of it, on his soft pelt of obsidian. 

Cry nosed the crustacean off, and flung it right back at the pup. 
Play ball.