Haunted Wood Too Close To Other People

Brat! Brat! Brat! Brat! He says back obnoxiously, swinging his head from side to side in a metronome-like motion, awkwardly large ears flopping from side to side with gravity pulling them their proper side. Brat! Brat! Brat! Bra- His little chant only ended when the yearling bumped him hard enough to knock him back.

Still high on his victory and sheer thoughts of "better than thou" for no apparent reason other than self-inflicted dickatry from lack of discipline - he quickly springs forward with the vigour reserved for children full of never-ending energy and aims his little needle-like teeth in the still fresh enough wounds on Valour's chest, just enough in his reach with a little hop he would aim to grab on and dig in.