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

Owen's gaze was fond, and nearly as soft and gooey as the tone of his baby-talking voice, as he looked down with growing fondness on the fluffy tot before him. Just look at that! The little guy was wagging his tail at him, and toddling boldly right up to him. Owen was happy to find himself the center of attention from such a cute little furball of a relative, and scrunched his own long limbs down further so as to get directly on the little guy's level. His own proudly upswept tail swooshed the air mightily behind him. He tucked his own chin downward and simpered back to see the tiny dude smiling so widely as he approached what Owen had already convinced himself the tiny one saw as his adopted big brother, here.

Gy'aaawww, you really are a cute little thing arentchyyaaaAAAHHHWWWCH! Then the teeth landed, sinking right into Owen's innocent nose leather. Up he sprung, legs stiff as a board and tail jutting out behind him in a bottlebrush like an angry cat's. His skull whipped upward into the air, instinctively hoping to dislodge his assailant through such a motion—but Owen found himself unwilling to go much further than that. What was he going to do after all, beat up a teeny tiny puppy?! Aaahh-ah-ah, hey, HEY, let go, let GO! he half-commanded and half-pleaded when he finally managed to find his words again, crossing his eyes to stare in desperation at the shark-toothed little monster he had so unwittingly allowed to let attach itself to his poor schnozz.