Ankyra Sound he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father

He wanted the pretty rock! It sparkled kind of like the sand did when the sand was in direct light, and sorta like the dust in the den, and also like the water that Reyes still avoided. He wanted it! Why couldn't he have it? A broad paw had descended and kept him from it; he wasn't willing to sit back and let this bully hide his prize, so the boy began to protest. He rumbled again, eyes narrowing, and snapped his tiny teeth like a useless bear trap at Illidan's huge paw. The boy didn't quite catch the paw in his mouth though — he missed and ended up smucking his bowed head in to the limb, like a tree trunk.

Suddenly there were a pair of eyes at his level. Reyes stared at them in stunned silence, and then his gaze trailed to the glimpses of teeth as Illidan's mouth opened and he spoke. Reyes watched those teeth, barely paying attention to the rules that were being outlined, and when Illidan's mouth stopped moving he dove for his snout instead, smucking his face against it. Gimme!!!!!! Screw the rules! That was his shiny thing!