Dragoncrest Cliffs little homewrecker

After a few running jumps, Arlo is able to latch onto the girl. He holds onto her gently even as she tugs away and a weak grip causes her to flail out of his jaws. It isn’t long before she’s back at him again once he began to crawl, latching on to one of his paws with very sharp puppy teeth. Her grits his teeth together as they connect and micro-pierce is his flesh through thick fur and it takes a lot of effort not to draw back and yelp in surprise.

Perhaps it had been his reaction, but either way she eases her grip to mimic the similar one he had and carefully cradles his toes between her teeth. He can still feel the sharpness and he cannot wait until all their teeth fall out of their little heads and replaced with some that won’t hurt in such a way when they spar. He swats at her with one of his free paws to rid the attack of his feet, pushing his nose forward to nudge her away while he rumbles another playful growl in an attempt to roll her over on her back.