Broken Antler Fen coloring book

His rear wriggled vigorously as his father dropped to mirror Mato’s positioning. The dark cub’s eyes sparkled as he held his positioning only until the blue-eyed alpha woffed. His father’s urging brought to first-born to his paws as he held his ground and he returned the barks with his own. Unlike his father, his yapping was more akin to a teacup chihuahua’s. But, eventually, a rich baritone would strum the young boy’s vocal cords.  For now, he remained rather un-intimidating.

His tail whipped madly from side to side as he couched, soon finding his voice fading as he concentrated. Though he had no intentions of landing a blow on his father, she instead just wished to hop forward and see what would happen because of it. Doing just that, Mato sprung forward slightly, leaping much like a young frog, and then looked at his father with a smile, as if to say: didja see that?!