Swiftcurrent Creek This is the only land my mind could find

He had not expected retaliation from the lumbering shadow. Although it did not hurt, it was a surprise that he met with a rather pitiful yip. He would have to work harder to come out successful it seemed. What should he do? What did he normally do? Paws useless "clawed" (really, it was more like a kneading kitten) at the plush fur while he still attempted to tug at the strands he had trapped in his mouth. It seemed like the right thing to do. Or it at least felt somewhat familiar.

He was totally going to win.