Sawtooth Spire remember the moment

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The paw moved and Ata found himself dissatisfied, shaking off his fur for a moment before darting under the man and sniped small, terrible teeth at the softer parts of the pale one's belly. As with the first time Aariak had tended to them, the boy acted on instinct, driven by the same feral manners that his mother operated on. The softest parts of the body were his best bet and while he did not yet know the difference of pressure and wounding between playing and being serious, the boy still caused no harm to his elder, despite best efforts made.

When his small jaws found no purchase on the wolff's belly, Ata frowned and looked around, finally settling his gaze on the backs of Aariak's forelimbs. Without another thought, the boy threw himself at those legs, hoping to still throw him off balance, only this time he added the sharp pressure of his teeth to an ankle. If given the chance, he would continue this method of trying to bring down his opponent. It worked with his brothers, so why not this wolf?