Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

Number One's paw raised, and he did well to drop it back down, because as soon as it made the slightest twitch in the Rat's direction, black lips lifted to reveal a hint of teeth, concealing them once more as the threat returned to the sands below. The message had been clear: no touchy! For him, touch had seldom meant anything else but hurt. Fortunately, Vlad, more than anyone before or since, had an acute understanding of the rangry creature he had accepted as his brother.

He cackled madly as the gray-brown wolf let fly his not-so-mighty wind. Rat had an ace up his proverbial sleeve that Number One was not aware of. Parasites took away from him a lot of nourishment, but gave to him on occasion some powerful flatulence. It just so happened he had a store of it in his intestines now. He coaxed it out by kicking his hindlegs into the air in the fashion of a bucking horse.

What ripped out of his arse was nothing short of catastrophic. It surely thundered across the sands, and the noxious wake would knock down any that survived the initial blast.  

It was a bad deal to pass time by passing gas with the Rat.

Even he could not stand his own stench, and he rocketed down the strand laughing maniacally. Woe to the beast that dare chase him as he fired off the aftershocks with each drum of his paws.