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Peter finished his "kill" quickly, all the while growling and sending warning glances to the adult, who was towering above him, in case he decided to reclaim the fish-head. It was not the tastiest thing he had eaten, yet it was better than nothing. When he was done, he licked his jowls, looked up at the older wolf and wagged his tail, as if expecting him to magically procure another fish-head. 

"A-a-arufff!" he told him, making few steps in his direction, ready to tickle the other's jaw and curious to see, if his theory would work. However, this did not happen, because the other wolf made a hasty exit and left Peter alone. Confused a little by his sudden disappearance, Peter then got up and left for the sleeping spot. It was a high time for a good nap.