Heron Lake Plateau if i die because you farted, i'm taking you with me

He was quick to turn his attention on the rocks that Niamh had ordered him to tackle, and the young boy darted toward them with a rumble that reverberated from his throat - he growled and rolled, tumbled with the rocks as he might with Tywyll, whipping his head to the side and playfully shaking his jaws with a tail that wiggled excitedly at his silvery rear. He would have continued to do so, but a cry for help reached his ears and Cinder spun around to watch in horror as the rock attacked the beta.

"Don't worry, Niamh! I'll help you!" He cried back, paws racing over and tongue poking out at the side of his muzzle until he reached her side, shoving himself toward the rock with a mock growl. Stop right there, fiend!