Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

OMG this thread is ace! xD I am literally laughing out loud

Mason’s body tried to sidle off to one side, but he felt a pull on his scruff that almost caused him to fall. He immediately stopped in his tracks, scrambling a bit to avoid yanking his scruff from the others’ teeth and causing major damage to the skin. Mason’s ears flattened and he had a split-second to think about how to remove himself from such a predicament… when something unexpected happened.

Suddenly Dash’s jaws were missing from his scruff (apparently having the air booted out of him had caused him to open his mouth) and there was another black wolf wrestling with his ‘attacker’. Mason looked around, confused, until the scent of his Uncle properly registered in his mind. His first thought was excitement – Uncle Sted was here too! – followed quickly by fear – holy crap, he was going to rip Dash to shreds.

Poor Dash, he would never have seen it coming – Steady was an amazing fighter. This was probably going to set him back even further in his social skills.

The unscathed lad twisted to hover close to the other two, but unwilling to bite his Uncle who had clearly misunderstood the intentions of the lesson. “No, Uncle Sted, no! He was just helping me! Don’t hurt him!” Mason’s short legs danced on the spot as he watched his mentor grappling with his mentor. What a way to start – and end – a fighting lesson.