Redhawk Caldera come on over

The giant lowered himself to the ground so that he was in the eyelevel of the cub, who shuffled a little further away from him, while still scrutinizing the unknown wolf's face. And brow still furrowed. And mouth. Open. It would have lasted for a while, had not the rotting fox tail been tossed in the kid's direction. The rancid odour hit his nostrils again and the expression change from that of wonder and curiosity to the one a person, who has received a blow on it's face, has. 

With ears drawn back, he tried to lean back as much as possible, losing balance in the process and falling on his back. "Eeeep!" he yelped and with feet flailing in the air and tiny body squirming he tried to get back to his feet.