Every little bit counts

Goodness sorry about that.

Tveir was hit with a soft wump and his breath came out in a gasp, mostly of surprise and he rolled across the ground. Smiling he realized he was made for this, and with a small puppy growl he scrambled to his feet and launched himself at the poor unexpecting footpaw that had bowled him over.He batted at the larger paw and bit hard at it, intent to win this battle.

Small growls and grunts came forth from deep in his chest as he fought ot gain some ground. Entire body was forward as he tore his head side to side jerking trying to kill that paw dead.