Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

After another bite or two, the leg was abruptly snatched away so forcefully that Tambourine plopped onto his bottom. He found himself suddenly gazing upward into Harlyn's stricken face, his silver muzzle painted with her blood. He licked his chops noisily and smiled at her, totally shameless in his absolute naïveté. His smile faltered a little in the face of her apparent distress, then grew an instant later when an idea came to him.

This was a game; games were fun; and having fun made people smile. In an effort to alleviate whatever was causing the frown on the adult's face, Tambourine lurched forward and snapped playfully in the direction of her broken leg. His little whip of a tail writhed behind him as a playful, rumbling bark crept from his chest, up his throat and burst explosively from his stained muzzle.