Silverlight Terrace I told it not, my wrath did grow

terance was plenty used to the concept of fun. he and sarah and even wraen had had their share of wrestling and games. it'd been a while since he'd had the opportunity considering his situation, but the excitement was in no way foreign. this was what pups did, and it was what they'd always done, and terance was plenty used to that.

his teeth met not fluffy shoulder, but rough tooth, as the pair butted heads (quite literally) a handful of times. from his throat a playful whine followed by a light growl escaped-- his wagging tail showing the nature of the growl. the game now was different, but terance found no problem with it. his teeth clicked against his opponents and so he retreated and tried to nip again, left of the boy's head this time.