Sun Mote Copse I'm gonna be a mighty king so enemies - beware!

"RAWRRR!" Elfie growled at a piece of deer-hide that had suffered from sharp puppy teeth already and lost most of it's fur. Funnily enough, the worse it looked the higher value it had in the eyes of the young wolf. He was so possessive of his toy that he did not let go of it in his sleep and Weejay, with whom he did not mind sharing everything else, was allowed to play with it rarely. 

Today that toy had become an imaginary monster of sorts and a practice dummy for Elfie's battle moves. It got pounced at, it got pinned to the ground, it got "murdered" and it got shaken around, until one loose bit managed to retaliate and slap him across the face. The boy blinked few times after this and then resumed his fight, accompanied by the soundtrack of puppy growls and barks and inbetween sounds.