Redhawk Caldera gravity is a myth; the earth sucks!

His uncle laughed at him. Ferret's ears shot forward sharply, as if they were daggers in the hand of a street punk who brandished them threateningly. The boy squared himself toward Elwood, his snout levelled and his tail stiffened behind him. Laughing at others was his game; he was not to be laughed at. Ferret barked loudly as he launched forward, and continued to bark with each inelegant hop he made as he bounded and charged for the pack's beta. Toes, he had learned, were a fairly easy target, and his bared teeth went right for Elwood's right forepaw.