Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

His legs worked to keep him upright on the suddenly unstable 'ground', small claws gripping where he could on his father's muzzle. His goal were the soft things, the easily chewed things, but they kept flickering out of his reach. His tiny teeth would clamp shut on empty air just after the things moved, and then moved back, only to start the game all over again. A paw was placed higher up on the Big Wolf's face, over the arch of his brow, working to steady the pup as he aimed for his target.

None of this worked of course when that paw slipped, and the rhino was sent tumbling to the ground not far below. In puppy-vision, it seems like miles, but the boy was silent save for a soft, surprised yip as he initially fell off.