Grouse Thicket A BOY IS A GUN

His paw made the desired connection, that satisfying thud felt against his limb brought a smile to his grim face as he watched the pup tumble back, anticipating, waiting for a response to see how this one would react in comparison to the last. 

Quickly the boy got up, and already that look in his eye was a vast improvement to the other pup he had come across. That determination, that flame that burned continuously despite the odds stacked against him.

Then came the 'attack', the boy ran forward as the other did and began to bite at his paw. Small, sharp teeth breaking the skin but not enough for him to react all too violently to other than look down.  And what if I reach down and grab you. he continued, slowly, inching.. carefully closer to the boy, lips twitching as they threatened to peel back.  Pick you up in my jaws while you're so tantalizingly close. Those ruby eyes of his a flare, burning, yearning as he continued to slowly descend. 

 And violently shake you until your body cannot handle it anymore. Then he snapped, reaching down to follow through with his threat, teeth snapping to try and see if the boy was fast enough to move - or if he would feel the wrath of his teeth around his small body as the other had.