Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry's oceanic orbs widened to saucers at the sight: this small girl literally wolfing down her spoils of war. It prompted yet another thundering roll of laughter from the brute. As he had expected, her shovelling of snow would have its revenge, and he was prone to even more rapture despite his aching flanks. 

And then she stared at him - really pierced her little daggers into his fur - and he straightened upon instinct; tugging his paws close in a rather sheepish, floundering manner. Embry couldn't stifle the ensuing, waggish grin of his. Her body language was very telling of the challenge she proferred. Naturally, he was not one to back down.

He stood and shook brambles (and other various whatnot from the dishevelled trees) from his aureate pelage. The man stood almost twice the she's height, and he was very swaggering about it. Without letting on, he ambled toward a nearby swath of branches. He could see where more of her precious meat had been lodged in the surrounding limbs.

With a preparatory mmph, he bunched his muscles and used the trunk of the tree for support; rebounding so that he could just manage to snag the fresh morsels. He landed deftly first on the forepaws and then the hind, his fur rippling to compensate. Ah, yes, and now his eyes really glinted, for he did not relent his grasp. No, no. He raised an eyebrow. So, how can you impress me, little girl?