Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

His teeth show in a playful smile towards the white shewolf, especially when he hears her own little growl she gives when he tugs on her fluffy curled tail. She too tries to give him a piece of his own medicine but it seems the sand beneath their feet is getting the better of them. Teeth clicking in response to a missed hit he takes the opportunity to dash towards her once more. Though this time as he near he rears up onto hind legs, preparing to use massive paws to push her body down into the sand. He too seems to have failed this time and he’s chuckling at his own mistake. 

Spinning his head to stop on the other wolf dog he smirks. “You got lucky that time, snowball.”