Haunted Wood we don’t gotta let him in

Fascinated he watched a particularly long strand of drool sway from Famine's lips never dripping to the ground. The peal of laughter and the curse word combined did him in and he laughed himself, fully charmed by Famine's antics. As such when the kid leaped for him he was caught off guard and teeny fangs pinched down around what was almost his armpit. Hissing in a breath of pain he tensed up and lowering his maw went to grip Famine's scruff where he'd just grab him and gently yoink away to detach his dangerous little teeth. If succesful he'd praise famine by saying "Good. That's good" and raising his tail up high, eyes narrowing with a sharp gleam as he bared his teeth "Again but this time meaner! You really wanna scare a bad guy in a fight even if it's a packmate" he was gentle with his instruction but he wanted to see Famine really show effort. Of course he also didn't know that the poor child was desperately trying not to vomit, if he had he'd probably have ended it to be safe.