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While the bigger thing pushed him away, he bit with his itty bitty barely formed teeth at the figure pressuring him away. The force causing him to awkwardly sit down with a barely audible thump. determination burned within him as he kept trying to bite the figure even as they pulled away, stumbling over his paws as he tried to get up again.

Something else rolled by, smaller than the fuzzy figure and moving of all things. Thumping he tried to catch it with his paws, biting the odd texture and wrestling with it in his rough play. Whatever this was, he would destroy it. Sooner or later he would get stronger with all these movements, with his sheer might of determination.

Whatever this thing was that he was chewing, it didn't feel good. It was hard, sharp, and not the soft fleshy things he was so accustomed to. He hated it and only got rougher while trying to pull and rip the pinecone apart. 

With a yawn, his wrath would be spared for today as the fatigue soon enough began to settle in. Already too much excitement for one day. Leaving the cone behind, he stumbled his way back to Serem's side to snuggle up to the smell of sweet sweet milk and take a nap before his next meal; dreaming of that fuzzy figure and what it might have been.