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Possessing a bold and high level of energy that was all too becoming of a pup of Whip's age, his incessant stamping into his father's side was undisturbed by Elwood's coming approach. Having seen Elwood around the den-site on numerous occasions (usually bringing food or something to chew on, which Whip thoroughly enjoyed and associated with his presence), the beta was far from unfamiliar, however, even if it had been a stranger to settle beside Peregrine, Whip wouldn't have cared. He was a comfortable creature at heart, and would continue his babbling and play at will.

Having no intention of stopping his playful stamping -- that is, until Whip got the attention from his father that he so desired -- he continued to hop on pop until, without warning, his father pulled away. Swiftly following, a paw was draped over Whip's disproportiate head.

Though the touch was light, Whip still sunk to the ground under the weight placed over him. Along with a quick burst of air escaping Whip's lungs, he murmered, "Duh—" as his chest was pressed into the ground. Beneath his father's mashing, Whip's forelegs continued to squirm as he kicked up as much loosely packed soil as he could.