Wheeling Gull Isle your bones, your eager blood

Oh gosh, I'm sorry for the lengthy wait on this reply!  <3

 The grass bent and crackled beneath his assaults, crunching delightfully in his tiny teeth as he bit down and shook his head vigorously from side to side. His little growls reached a vicious crescendo after several moments of this, his tail wagging furiously behind him. He pulled and tugged at the clump of grass until it finally gave way, the dried stalks breaking under the strain of his efforts. The sudden release threw him off balance and he tumbled backward, rolling tail-over-head before coming to rest on his butt with a whump! He sat back, a little dazed at the sudden turn of events, but refused to acknowledge the dead grass's apparent victory over him. He hadn't been beaten, gosh-darnit. He was just planning his next attack.

But then his attention was distracted by his sister and her little yips at him. He cocked his head curiously at her, tail brushing the ground behind him.