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He'd expected his tactics to work, and the puppy lunged forward. Shrike expected the oddly marked pup to grab at the squirrel dangling from his teeth but instead the little bugger went right for Shrike's paws, biting down on his toes with needle-sharp teeth. He yelped in surprise and was reminded, oddly enough, of his grandfather whose toes had been chewed and mutilated to keep him from escaping when he'd been held as a hostage. True, Osprey's toes had been mangled by the teeth of an adult, but that went without saying that puppies had sharp teeth too, and Shrike leapt back in surprise. 

He nearly choked on the squirrel for a moment as he steadied himself, but before the pup could make a lunge again he lowered his head, the squirrel's tail dragging in the dirt, hoping that at least he could stop the pup with the solidness of his own brow, or distract him with the squirrel which was now easily within the pup's reach, and held with an easy grip.