Moonspear there upon your perch, say the words

He had wanted a closer look at the puppies, but he had not come prepared for this. Noise from inside, presumably from another one of them but he didn't know who, threatened to distract him, and the gray one collected himself soon after. Jarilo's approach went steering quick from damage control to holy shit--he was sharp.

The older Ostrega barely muffled his yelp and gave an anxious whine, then an "Hey! Ow!!" directed right at the silvery fuzzbutt as he shifted nervously. He hadn't come prepared for them to already be this pointy or vicious, either. A low rumble of a growl in his mother's unmistakable tone quieted his complaints immediately, toning him right down to staring woefully at the tiny monster chewing on his leg, defeat surely imminent. He found no sympathy from her, not when he himself had very much been the biter of his litter. "Okay but I'm not even tasty," he whispered and with a rush of gathered courage, he picked the pup up by the scruff, pulled him off his leg, and promptly turned him around--teeth facing away from any Jarilo-bits and back towards their mom.

He tried a few small nudges on his rump, but he was scared the little bean would turn back on him if he got any closer than this--which reminded him to back away just a little.. juuust in case.