Nova Peak rendezvous

His father spoke to him. The ear was still in his mouth as his jaws worked it between his teeth. He did not turn his head, but he did turn his gaze, regarding his father almost suspiciously. Swift had yet to speak his first word nor even babble, so his answer came in the form of him hunching more closely over the rabbit and growling as he shook his head. With the ear still grasped in his mouth, he was like a gator attempting to tear meat from the body of a wildebeest. This? This was prey, and it was his.

Then Pasha came along. The pale pup watched him shrewdly, and when he drew near to tug at the fluffy white tail, Swift aim a paw at his brother's snout with growl.

Mine.