Jade Fern Grove Sing along

As expected, his uncle posed as though terrified of the impending beating the hefty Frostfur was about to lay on him. Whit puffed out his chest in pride as he continued to rumble towards him. Though he acted as though he was just going to barrel straight into him, the pup skidded to a stop at the last minute and lowered his front half in a play bow. He growled threateningly, even though the sound did not match the look of happy delight on his little face. Using his back legs, he thrust himself forward and reached out with both front paws to bat at his uncle - or to be more exact, the empty two feet of space in front of him. He didn't actually want to hurt him, after all.