Redhawk Caldera In my mind

Puppies were often predictable, and Elwood was pleased when Peter pursued him as he had hoped. He continued to slink backward, his movements slow and careful as he watched the pup chase him. The boy had summoned all of his fierceness and made a valiant effort, despite a few times when he tripped on his own feet.

Then, as Elwood paused, Peter gathered his little haunches beneath himself and gave a mighty leap. His small paws batted Elwood's nose, drawing a guffaw of laughter from the adult. Elwood placed his chin atop his forepaws, content to let his nephew assault his snout -- at least briefly.