Bearclaw Valley I’ll confront and fight for the souls in this street, whoa

Raziel watched with amusement as Xan flattened his ears and growled, baring his tiny teeth as he did so. It was all the Roman could do to not burst into laughter right there and then, he did not want to make fun of Xan but it was hilarious to see him this way. He was a month old pup, ten times smaller than the three year old adult. His growl sounded more like the purr of a feline than a real growl of a wolf, and well, his milk teeth? Really? That was about as non threatening as...a bundle of grass. Sorry, terrible comparing here but it was true. Xan was not threatening to the older wolf in any manner, nor was he ferocious. In fact, if he was anything at that moment, he was cute and adorable. Raziel deciding to commit this moment to memory so he could laugh at it later.

When Raziel spoke, his fluffy white ears pricked again though a moment later, they fell back against his tiny skull and let out another one of his growls than sounded more like a purr and marched towards the Roman once more. Oh, Xan was playing his game the way he wanted it to be played, it was almost like the boy could read the older wolf's mind. But then, that was to be expected, the albino boy was still a boy after all. 

Raziel allowed Xan to bite him, he didn't care if he bled, the boy couldn't do worse than what the Roman's biological father did to him. Plus if it would let him vent off steam, why not allow himself to be the punching bag? His sole purpose here was the amuse himself by watching Xan and to keep the child from leaving the den, nothing else. So he would allow the child to bite all he want, but if he started clambering over him once more, he would fling him gently to the ground again.