Larksong Grotto Seven Ate Nine

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He had it! His gummy maw closed around the paw, and he snarled fiercely. He, Seff, was a mighty hunter, the best of the best, the catcher of large paws and leaves and sticks! But his joy was short-lived, it seemed, as the paw somehow managed to wiggle free of his killer grip. He looked after it, slightly angered that his catch had gone missing, and said in a tiny voice, "Ey!"

The bigger wolf darted around him, plume lashing, and Seff felt teeth prick his rear! He gasped, spinning around and inspecting his rear a moment. When it was determined that his tail was not missing, nor his fur, he looked up at the wolf with a huge smile plastered on his face. "Ale!" he squealed, lashing his tail playfully. Glancing at the wolf, he ran a short distance away, then looked back. He gurgled happily, then ran further off. Tag!