Redhawk Caldera Hitting the tables without you again

"Oho!" Peter squealed, when his fathter made it easier for him to grab his target and pull on it with his four feet firmly on the ground. He had no intention of ripping it off and eating it, it was plain fun to see, how far would it stretch. 

After few minutes of pulling and growling (that was for anyone, who would happen to pass by, to know that though small in size, he was a big-bad wolf inside) he grew tired of the activity, let it go and yawned: "AUwwwww..." 

Peter sat down then, eyeing his father expectantly, wondering, if he was going to offer any kind of game. Eljay was always quick to understand, what the boy wanted and how to provide it. Whether his father was as good - that was yet to be found out.