Sawtooth Spire i am not in control of my extremities

He was so close, just a few more steps and he would be nose to nose with his father, but before he could get there his mother swooped in. He was towed backward, and then bam, there was that big ol' bear paw barricading him again. His disappointed huff was audible, and his ears drooped. He leaned up on Tonravik's leg, so that he could peer at the red wolf still. His mother rumbled, and he looked to her briefly, before he turned back to his father as he spoke. The redheaded child sighed again, bored and restless now that his fun had been stopped. He knew not what to do, so he shifted his position and started to chew on his mother's toes.