Redhawk Caldera In my mind

Peter lost his balance and stumbled two steps backwards, when Elwood extracted his paw from his grip. "Ooomp," he sighed, plopping down on his but and closed his eyes, while his uncle ruffled the fur on his forehead. The paw was almost as big as the cub's head and the touch, though not threatening was not entirely comfortable, therefore, when the boy thought enough was enough, he got his head free, shot a toothy grin and tried to grab the paw between his jaws. That was just another thing he had learned, once his teeth had come out. Grabbing and chewing stuff could give immense amounts of pleasure.